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lips twisted at the completely ludicrous suggestion. “And what reason could we possibly give him, Madeleine?”
    I slammed our front door decisively, making both Kim and Tory jump. “Tell him it was a wager .”
    “A what?” Kim asked.
    I gave her an impish smile and headed for my room, passing our worn green striped couches on my way into the hall. Kim and Tory followed me like I was the Pied Piper. “Tell him that you never wanted to date him in the first place, but the only reason you did was because we made a bet that he would fall for you like some kind of fool. Tell him that we were laughing behind his back the entire time.” Kim gasped. “It’ll be good for him,” I reassured her with a pat on the shoulder. “Like shock therapy. He’ll think twice before he tangles with us girls again.”
    Kim looked confused and Tory and I broke into mischievous laughs. It was contagious and soon, Kim was laughing uncertainly along with us. She still wore a puzzled expression, but at least we cheered her up. “Oh, c’mon, that’s crazy.” She flopped on my bed, pulling a throw pillow to her stomach. “I could just imagine. I wish…” She giggled again. “Oh, you are too funny. You girls!”
    “Funny?” I stopped laughing. “No, I’m dead serious. Do it.” I sat down at the plotting tables—uh, I’ll explain those later—and opened up my laptop at my desk to pull up Facebook. We all knew that Cameron received Facebook notifications religiously on his phone. I pulled up his account and wrote on his wall. “I’m so sorry to hear about your grandfather. I hope he feels better soon.”
    “What are you doing?” Kim asked. Tory smiled cruelly. She knew exactly what I was doing.
    “One,” I counted, “two…three.” Kim watched me like I was crazy, but as soon as I counted thirty seconds, I refreshed Cameron’s page and miraculously my comment had been erased. “Hmm? Why doesn’t Cameron want his friends and family to see that his grandfather’s under the weather? Could it be that…?”
    “…he’s not?” Tory finished for me. Kim’s tears had magically dried up. She glanced over at Tory, who lifted a brow. “Tell him it was a wager.” She flopped next to Kim on the bed. Now there was a devil on each of Kim’s shoulders—no angel in sight.
    After a moment of gauging our expressions to see if we were serious, Kim decided we weren’t and threw her head back. Strangely enough, she was giggling. Her long chestnut hair bounced with her. “Oh, you girls! Thanks for making me feel better. You’re right. I can’t believe I didn’t see it, but…but dumping me was the biggest favor Cameron has ever done for me. If…if…he was playing with me from the beginning then I’m sorry he ever asked me out in the first place.” She slid off the bed, looking strong. “He’s not worth crying about. I’m not some measly river…or a filthy puddle—in your case Madeleine!”
    She left my room with a girl-power spring to her step. Obviously she didn’t take us as seriously as we took ourselves. She hesitated at the door. Her expression changed when she looked at me. “You know, I always thought you were the meanest girl in the ward, Madeleine, but you’re just a fake, aren’t you? You do have a heart.”
    Was that a compliment? I wasn’t sure, but at least Kim’s tears were gone. They’d be back once Kim started remembering the good things about him. We had to make sure that didn’t happen. I waited for the door to close behind her. “We’ll spread the rumor tonight.”
    Tory nodded, expecting nothing less. “Very good, captain.” She was enjoying this. I couldn’t expect her to take any of this seriously. She had never experienced a player firsthand. She never dated— ever . I supposed it was better than a broken heart. “It’s a double-break-up-weekend too,” she told me in shocked tones. “AmyLee’s boyfriend broke up with her this morning!”
    “Is that an April Fool’s