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would get a zit or braces or something, she’d be a little easier to look at. As it stood, her face was so perfect, it hurt to focus on it for more than a few seconds at a time. It was like looking straight into one of the UV bulbs at Sun of a Beach tanning salon.
    “Did you lose weight?” Dylan asked.
    “No.” Alicia looked at her stomach to double-check. “I don’t think so.”
    “Maybe your boobs got bigger,” Dylan suggested.
    Alicia lifted the tray so it covered her chest. “Ew, Gawd forbid.”
    Massie tugged on her crimped hair, wishing she hadn’t picked the first party of the year to experiment. Not that anyone was even noticing.
    “Where’s Olivia?” Claire asked.
    “She has mono.” Alicia looked down at the markers on her tray.
    “Boob job,” Massie coughed.
    Everyone laughed except Alicia. She rolled her eyes, raised her tiny nose toward the stained-glass ceiling, and kept it there until the laughter died. Massie still couldn’t understand why her best friend liked Faux-livia so much, but she knew better than to ask. Ever since Alicia had tried to start her own clique, Massie had been extra careful not to do anything that might push her away again. She couldn’t stand the thought of wasting another semester fighting with her friends, especially when there were so many losers to pick on.
    “Have you guys seen the new Briarwood boy yet?” Alicia whispered. “He is ah-dorable.”
    “Am I a vampire?” Massie asked.
    “Huh?” Alicia asked.
    “Then why are you keeping me in the dark?” Massie asked. “Details, please.”
    “His name is Josh Hotz. He’s a ‘transfer student’ from Hotchkiss.” Alicia made air quotes when she said “transfer student.” She leaned in closer and continued. “But I heard he got expelled for pulling the fire alarm before a major test.”
    A dark-haired boy in a New York Yankees hat and a navy blue blazer pushed his way through the crowd, carrying a ginger ale with a cherry floating on the top and a shrimp kebab.
    “Stop, drop, and roll. He’s on the move.” Alicia handed her silver tray to Dylan and turned to leave. “Don’t wait up for me.”
    “Where are you going?” Dylan squealed. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
    “They’re name tags,” Alicia called over her shoulder. “Get everyone to fill them out before Nina makes her entrance.”
    Massie watched Alicia follow Josh through the crowd, wishing she had the guts to approach Derrington.
    Dylan started filling out the H OLA , MY NAME IS ____ stickers for her friends and stuck them to their clothes. She was about to put one on Claire’s pink silk cami when Massie grabbed her wrist.
    “Don’t,” Massie said. “I don’t want you to get glue on my new top.”
    “I had a feeling she was wearing a Massie.” Dylan nodded. “No offense, Claire, but I had a hard time imagining you buying a Trina Turk. I actually assumed it was an H&M knockoff.”
    “Massie said I could borrow it.” Claire didn’t sound the least bit offended.
    Kristen put her hands on her hips and turned to face Massie. “I thought you said anything that needs to be washed in Woolite is OL.”
    “What’s ‘OL’?” Claire asked.
    “It means
off limits
,” Kristen barked. “But I guess you wouldn’t know, since it ahb-viously doesn’t apply to you.”
    “And isn’t that your handbag?” Dylan pointed at the pink metallic YSL ruffle purse dangling from Claire’s wrist.
    “Yeah,” Massie said to her silver-polished thumbnail. “So?”
    “So? So you said you don’t lend out anything from this year’s YSL line,” Dylan snapped.
    “Well, it’s a new year.” Massie looked directly into Dylan’s emerald green eyes, making it clear that the conversation was over. She realized this probably wasn’t the best time to tell her friends that Claire would be sharing her bedroom. They were acting a little jealous, and she didn’t want to rub it in their faces. Besides, they’d have to get used to their