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know, you have the prettiest eyes.”
    He turned and walked down the path, toward a dark blue PT Cruiser.
    Totally amazed, Hazel watched him go.
    As he and Stephan got into the Cruiser, she waved. The headlights winked on and off, and then the car pulled away.
    When she came back inside, she realized that the movie was almost over. Having seen it so many times, she knew exactly where they were in the plot. She perched on the arm of a chair to watch the ending—a total gore-fest—and realized the person sitting in the chair was Trina, disentangled from her smooching partner.
    â€œOh my God, Hazel. Matty is so into you,” Trina whispered in Hazel’s ear.
    Hazel giggled. “You think?”
    â€œDuh.”
    Hazel grinned and then stifled a yawn.
    â€œI should head out,” she whispered. She waved good-bye to Trina, then walked into the kitchen. There she found Sylvia, Megan, and Carolyn leaning against the counters, talking in whispers. Hazel hung back, not wanting to intrude, but Sylvia spotted her, catching her gaze with her laser blue eyes.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œHey. Thanks for inviting me,” Hazel said. “I had a great time.”
    â€œYou’re welcome. So.” Sylvia raised her eyebrows. “Matty. Sparks?”
    Hazel smiled shyly. “Maybe.”
    Sylvia sipped from her square glass. “I love playing matchmaker.”
    Ellen walked with Brandon into the kitchen. Sylvia ticked her glance over to them, shooting Brandon a hard, appraising look.
    â€œLet me guess,” Sylvia said coolly. “No sign of the cat?”
    Ellen shook her head. Brandon put his arm around her shoulders and gave them a squeeze.
    â€œDon’t worry, he’ll turn up,” he murmured reassuringly.
    Sylvia frowned deeply. “It’s time to wrap things up. Brandon, be a dear and get rid of whoever is left in the living room. You know your way out.”
    â€œOkay.” Brandon gave Ellen one last squeeze. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the living room.
    Sylvia tipped her head sideways, pressing the rim of her glass against the line of her jaw. “That one,” she said softly, “cannot be trusted.”
    Hazel turned to stare at Sylvia. “What do you mean?”
    But Sylvia had already moved on.
    â€œCome sit with us at lunch tomorrow, Hazel. We need to talk.”
    â€œLunch? With you?” Hazel stopped short. Being invited to the party was one thing; being seen at school with the PLDs was so very much another.
    â€œOkay,” she said, keeping calm. “What are we going to talk about?”
    Sylvia shook her head. “Tomorrow.” She turned to the rest of the group. “Well, ladies, say bonne nuit to Haze.”
    â€œBonne nuit,” Ellen said sweetly.
    â€œBonne nuit,” Megan replied, lifting a beer to her lips.
    Carolyn blew Hazel a kiss. “ Bonne nuit , Haze.”
    â€œGood night,” she said to the group.
    â€œUh-uh-uh.” Sylvia wagged her finger. “ Dis-nous, ‘Bonne nuit .’”
    â€œ Bonne nuit ,” Hazel said shyly.
    â€œNot a bad accent,” Sylvia told her. “You’ve got potential.”
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    PLDSLY: H is perfect!
    PLDCARO: H is cool. Oui .
    PLDMEG: Still like just us 4.
    PLDSLY: Ellen factor, remember?
    PLDMEG: OK. I guess oui . But El’s not here 2 vote.
    PLDSLY: It’s cool. She luvs H. She already told me.
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    THE PLDS LIKE BEING SCARED? WAIT TILL THEY FIND OUT WHAT I DID.
    POOR KITTY, KITTY THAT WILL NEVER COME HOME. IT WAS A GOOD WARM-UP, BUT IT’S TIME TO WORK MY WAY UP THE FOOD CHAIN!

CHAPTER THREE
    â€œY ou were there, Hazel. I saw you!” Lakshmi whispered in the cafeteria the next day.
    â€œSaw her where?” LaToya asked.
    â€œAt a PLDs’ party,” Lakshmi