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was perched right at the top of my head. I slicked my lips with my tube of Burt's Bees. I looked as ready as I could be, but inside, my stomach was churning. I'd never had the chance to stand out like this before. To be a leader. "I took your advice," Spencer said to me. "See?" She jumped off the radiator and lifted up her skirt, flashing a pair of pink satiny petticoat underwear with layers of frills across the butt. "These were actually part of my dance costume for this can-can routine I did in a Moulin Rouge show." I smiled. Not the toothy kind, but the lips pressed together kind. It was...a marginal improvement. But I had to give Spencer credit. If she danced in outfits like that, she probably wouldn't get nervous giving a student council speech. "So, congratulations on winning the election. A few girls in my homeroom were planning to vote for Mike because he was cute, but I forced them to vote for you." "Thanks," I said, and tucked my shirt into my skirt. "I saw what Mike did to your poster." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Though I guess you can't really blame him." Had Spencer been the one to take it down? I turned to face her. "What do you mean?" She scrunched her curls in the mirror. "Sexual tension makes guys act like complete idiots." I raised an eyebrow. There was certainly tension between me and Mike Domski, but it was hardly sexual. Not even close. Spencer gave me wink, as if I were acting coy. "Mike totally wants to bone you. It's so obvious." I shook my head emphatically. "Umm, no, he doesn't. We hate each other." "Seriously?" "Seriously." "Okay, maybe on the surface he hates you," Spencer conceded. "But I bet it goes deeper than that." She tapped a finger on her lips a few times, thinking. "He could never get a girl like you. You are so out of his league, it kills him. And all that frustration bubbles up and makes him act the way he does. Honestly, it's textbook boy." It was nice to hear Spencer say such complimentary things about me, even though she had no idea what she was talking about. But it was also sort of unnerving, listening to her analyze me and Mike like that. What could she possibly know about sexual tension? She was only fourteen. I zipped up my bag and hoisted it onto my shoulders. I didn't want to be the last one in the library and appear irresponsible. But Spencer leaned against the sink next to mine, blocking my way to the door. She clearly wanted to talk. And maybe it would be cool to be the girl everyone was waiting for. To make a dramatic entrance. I guessed I could spare a couple more minutes. "So, Spencer. How are your classes going?" I asked. "Pretty good. I like everything, except for History of Modern Civilization." "I took that freshman year. It's not actually that hard, so long as you keep up with the reading." "It's not so much the work as it is the teacher," Spencer groaned. "What? Are you kidding? Ms. Bee is awesome. She's the best teacher in our entire school." Spencer looked doubtful. "She doesn't like me." "I'm sure she does," I said. But really, there was a part of me that wondered if Spencer might be right. Ms. Bee was a tough teacher, and she was hardest on the girls. I liked that about her, but she definitely wasn't going to pander to Spencer's underwear-flashing antics. "You just have to show her that you care about learning. If she thinks that you aren't interested, then she won't be interested in you." I was afraid that was Spencer's biggest problem. She was concentrating on the wrong things. "Have you joined any clubs?" "Not yet. I'm still evaluating my options." It was a weird thing to say, because what did Spencer need to evaluate? If you wanted to join a club, you did. There were no limits on that kind of thing. "I really wish our school had a dance team." "Well, if you join student council, you could propose that to the school board." "Really? Students have the power to do that?" she asked, and I nodded. "That's awesome. Maybe I'll come to the first meeting.