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    â€œI’m serious, Spencer.”
    â€œOh, me too. Have you and Logan tried any advanced poses together? Because I’m more than happy to give my buddy here some pointers.”
    â€œSpencer is having some girl troubles right now,” Logan answered for him, which probably broke some friendship rule. Although I was willing to bet that a quick punch on the shoulder would be enough to wipe the slate clean.
    Izzie didn’t make much of an effort to hide her disdain. “Why? Has he run out of girls to sleep with or something?”
    She was probably already calculating the most likely percentage of girls he’d had sex with in each class.
    â€œNot yet, obviously. But I’m more than happy to remedy that error.” Spencer gave her a slow once-over and I could’ve sworn the tips of Izzie’s ears reddened. “What do you say, Isadore?”
    â€œIsobel.”
    He shrugged. “You say potato, I say—”
    â€œMy name . Correctly.” She shoved her glasses up higher. “His girl troubles no longer surprise me. I’m just amazed he’s ever able to keep one interested long enough to have a problem.”
    Spencer laughed outright at that, but sobered when Mackenzie tried to discreetly elbow him.
    â€œYeah . . . the problem is that they won’t leave him alone.”
    I couldn’t help staring in disbelief, first at Logan as his words began to sink in, and then at the imperturbable Spencer King.
    As far as problems went . . . that was a pretty great one to have.
    â€œI fail to see the problem here,” Izzie said abruptly. “He clearly has a short attention span. So why exactly is it a bad thing that he’s the one being pursued?”
    Spencer moved forward, and though there was nothing overtly threatening about the sudden movement, I watched Izzie’s shoulders instantly hunch as he drew near. He paused only when they were well within touching distance—within kissing distance—forcing Izzie to struggle to hold her ground. I’d expected her to trip over her own feet in her haste to put some space between them.
    But she stuck it out. Barely.
    â€œThere is showing interest and then there is pursuit. I don’t happen to enjoy it when people don’t respect my boundaries.” He cocked his head in a thoughtful examination as Izzie struggled to breathe naturally. “How do you like it?”
    I couldn’t tell if he was coming on to my best friend, making a point, or terrifying her; either way, I instinctively wanted to put a halt to it.
    Izzie wasn’t prepared for Spencer’s kind of games, and the last thing she needed was to get all wound up over a guy who didn’t stick around. She was just back to eating normally. If Spencer ended up kicking her to the curb for Fake and Bake, I wasn’t sure how long it would take to raise her self-esteem out of the gutters.
    Logan interceded before I did, though. “Shut up, Spencer.”
    Which looked like exactly the response Spencer had wanted, given the way his shoulders relaxed as he leaned against the front porch of Mackenzie’s house. “No problem.”
    Then he began whistling cheerfully.
    Izzie and I traded looks. Hers said quite clearly, What the hell am I doing here? You’ve got to find a way to get me out of this! I shook my head just to make sure she knew that there was no way she was ditching me now.
    Not when awkward tension was already filling the air.
    Still, Spencer was true to his word; he didn’t speak while he waited for Mackenzie to unlock her front door. But then it swung open as if we were all cast in some painfully overly choreographed play.
    And on the other side of it stood Dylan Wellesley.
    He was absolutely filthy. Dirt was smeared on his face, in his hair, and down his whole left side, so that it looked as if he had decided to rub himself against the side of a mountain or fought a losing battle with a landslide.