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But Bex had already started. "Dear Josh. It was great seeing you at the carnival. I had fun, too. We should do it again sometime. Love, DeeDee. "
Bex had done her best to make the note sound blah, adding lots of unnecessary pauses and dull inflections, but there wasnt any denying that this DeeDee person meant business. After all, I didnt write notes on pink paper with fancy writing. I didnt even own pink paper. Edible paper— yes, but pretty pink paper—no way! So there it was, proof in black-and-white (or … well…pink-and-blue, but you get what I mean), that I was officially out of my league. That I really was nobody.
Liz must have read my expression, because she jumped to say, "This doesnt mean anything, Cam. Its in the trash!" She turned to Bex. "Thats got to mean something, right?"
And thats when I couldnt ignore it anymore: the universal truth that, despite our elite education and genius IQs, we didnt know boys. DeeDee, with her pink paper and ability to make the big, puffy Js, might have known the significance of a boy like Josh putting her perfect pink note in the trash, but we sure didnt. The boy of my dreams may have been as close as the town of Roseville—just two miles, eighty security cameras, and a big honking stone fence away, but he and I would never speak the same language (which is totally ironic, since "boy" was the one language my school had never tried to teach me).
"Thats okay, Liz," I said softly. "We knew it was a long shot. Its—"
"Wait!" I felt Bexs hand lash out and grab my wrist. "Tell me what you told him again. " She read my blank expression. "That night?" she prompted. "When you told him you were homeschooled. "
"He asked if I was homeschooled, and I said yes. "
"And what reason did you give?"
"For …" I started, but my voice trailed off as I looked at the stack of papers that she had laid out between us. "Religious reasons. "
There was a program for the Roseville Free Will Baptist Assembly, a flyer for the United Methodist Church of Roseville, and a handful of others. Either Josh was collecting church bulletins for some kind of bizarre scavenger hunt, or hed been busy traipsing to Sunday schools and Tuesday-night teen socials for an entirely different reason.
"Hes looking for you, Cam," Bex said, beaming as if shed just made the first step in cracking the ultimate code.
Silence washed over us. My heart pounded in my chest. Bex and Liz were staring at me, but I couldnt pull my gaze away from what wed found—from the hope that was spread out across our floor.
I guess thats why none of us noticed the door opening. I guess thats why we jumped when we heard Macey McHenry say, "So, whats his name?"
Chapter Twelve
"I dont know what youre talking about," I shot back, way too quickly for the lie to be any good. Heres the thing about lying: a part of you has to mean it—even if it is a tiny, sinister shred that only lives in the blackest, darkest parts of your mind. You have to want it to be true.
I guess I didnt.
"Oh, come on," Macey said with a roll of her eyes. "Its been, what? Two weeks?" I was shocked. Macey cocked her head and asked, "You been to second base yet?"
There are entire books in the Gallagher Academy library about female independence and how we shouldnt let men distract us from our missions, but all I could do was look at Macey McHenry and say, "You think I could get to second base?"
I hate to admit it, but it was probably one of the greatest compliments I had received in my whole, entire life.
But Macey only rolled her eyes and said, "Forget I asked," as she strolled to the pile of garbage and, unsurprisingly, turned up her perfect nose and said, "This is disgusting!" Then she looked at me. "You must have it bad. "
Leave it to Bex to keep her cool and say, "Weve got CoveOps homework, Macey. "
Even I almost believed that what we were doing was perfectly innocent.
Macey looked down at our piles, examining the scene as if this were the most exciting thing shed seen in months, which absolutely, positively could not have been true, since I know for a fact that her class had been in the physics labs when Mr. Fibs got attacked by the bees he thought hed genetically modified to obey commands from a whistle. (Turns out they only respond to the voice of James Earl Jones. )
"His name is Josh," I said finally.
"Cammie!" Liz cried, as if she couldnt believe I was giving such sensitive intel to the enemy.
But Macey only repeated, "Josh," as if trying it on for size.
"Yeah," I said. "I met him when we had a mission in town, and … well…"
"Now you cant stop thinking about him…. You always want to know what hes doing… . Youd kill to know if hes thinking about you…. " Macey said, like a doctor reeling off symptoms.
"Yes!" I cried. "Thats sooooo it!"
She shrugged. "Thats too bad, kid. "
She was only three months older than me, so I totally could have gotten mad about the "kid" thing, but I couldnt get mad at her—not then. I wasnt exactly sure what was happening, but one thing was becoming obvious: Macey McHenry had intel I desperately needed.
"He told me I had a lucky cat," I said. "What does that mean?"
"You dont have a cat. "
"Technicality. " I waved that fact away. "So, what does it mean?"
"It sounds like he wants to play it cool…. That he might like you, and he wants to keep his options open in case you decide you dont like him, or if he decides he doesnt like you. "
"But then I saw him on the street, and I overheard him telling a friend that I was nobody. But hed been really nice and—"
"Oh, you have been busy. "
"He acts really nice, but based on what he told his friend—"
"Wait. " Macey stopped me. "He said that to a friend? Another guy?"
"Yes. "
"And you believed him?" She rolled her eyes. "Total hearsay. Could be posturing, could be territory marking, could be shame over liking the new weird chick—Im assuming he thinks youre a weird chick?"
"He thinks Im homeschooled for religious reasons. "
"Yeah," she said, nodding as if that were answer enough. "Id say youve still got a shot. "
OH. MY. GOSH. It was as if the gray storm clouds had parted and Macey McHenry was the sun, bringing wisdom and truth into the eternal darkness. (Or something a lot less melodramatic. )
Just in case you missed my point: Macey McHenry knows about boys!! Of course, this shouldnt have come as a huge, colossal surprise, but I couldnt help myself; I was groveling at her feet, worshipping at the altar of eyeliner, push-up bras, and coed parties without parental supervision.
Even Liz said, "Thats amazing. "
"Youve got to help me," I pleaded.
"Oooh, sorry. Not my department. "
Of course it wasnt. It was clear that Macey McHenry was the lurkee, not the lurker. She couldnt possibly understand life on the outside, looking through the window at a place shed never know. Then I thought about the hours shed spent locked away in the silence of those headphones and wondered, or could she?
Before me stood a person who was capable of cracking the Y chromosome code, and I wasnt going to let her get away that easily.
"Come on!" I said.
"Yeah, well tell it to someone who isnt the freaking mascot of the seventh-freaking-grade!" She eased onto her bed and crossed her legs. "So there is only one way that I am going to care about your boy problems. "
Work brain, work, I urged my mind, but it was like a car stuck in the mud.
"Im getting out of the newbie classes," Macey said. "And youre going to help me. "
I really didnt like the sound of this, but I still managed to ask, "Whats in it for me?"
"For starters, I dont have a conversation with our friend Jessica Boden about an early morning trip to the labs with an old Dr Pepper bottle, or a late-night trip outside the grounds, where someone came home with leaves in her hair. " She smirked at Liz. "Or a certain Drivers Ed incident. "
For the first time, I didnt doubt that Macey was a Gall
agher Girl, too. The looks Liz and Bex were giving me said that they agreed.
"Did you know Jessicas mother is a trustee?" Macey said, her voice dripping with sarcastic irony. "See, Jessicas mentioned that fact to me about a hundred and fifty times now and—"
"Okay, already," I said, stopping her. "What else do I get?"
"A soul mate. "
"Ladies, this is a business of alliances," Mr. Solomon said as he stood in front of our class the next morning. "You may not like these people. You may hate these people. These people may represent everything you hate, but all it takes is one thing, ladies—one thread of commonality to form a bond in our lives. " He strolled back to his desk. "To make an ally. "
So thats what I had with Macey—an alliance. We werent friends; we werent enemies. I wasnt exactly blocking off Fourth of July weekend to spend at her place in the Hamptons, but I planned on playing nice just the same.
When lunchtime rolled around, Macey strolled over to our table, and I braced myself for what was going to happen. If the Communists and the Capitalists could fight together to take down the Nazis … I told myself. If Spike could fight alongside Buffy to rid the world of demons … If lemon could join forces with lime to create something as delicious and refreshing as Sprite, then surely I can work alongside Macey McHenry for the cause of true love!
She was sitting beside me. She was eating pie. I had to look again. Maceys eating pie?! And then she actually spoke, but I couldnt hear her over the roar of a nearby debate (in Korean) about whether Jason Bourne could take James Bond, and if it mattered whether it was Sean-Connery-Bond or Pierce-Brosnan-Bond.
"Did you say something, Macey?" I asked, but she cut me a look that could kill. She reached into her bag, ripped off a sliver of Evapopaper, and scribbled:
Can we study tonight? (Tell anyone, and Ill kill you in your sleep!)
"Seven oclock?" I asked her. She nodded. We had a date.
The pie had looked pretty good, so I got up to go get some, and when I did, I glanced at the Vogue Macey had been reading, but I couldnt learn much about fashion, because Maceys organic chemistry notes were taped inside, covering that months salute to silk.
Sitting on the floor of our suite that night with Maceys homework scattered around us, I wasnt really sure how this alliance business was supposed to work. Luckily, Liz had been giving it some thought
"You can start by explaining what this means. " She held DeeDees note up to Maceys face.
"Ew!" Macey cried, turning her head and holding her nose as she pushed the paper away.
But what Liz lacked in strength, she made up for in tenacity. She shoved the note back in Maceys direction despite Maceys complaint of, "I thought you got rid of all that trash!"
"Well, not this. This is evidence," Liz said, stating what, in her mind, was the obvious.
"Ugh! Gross. "