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uncomfortably, crossing one leg, then the next. Skye’s little rant was way too on-target. At boy/girl parties, her crush, Derrington, always spent more time with Cam Fisher, Kemp Hurley, Josh Hotz, and Chris Plovert than with her. And he responded to texts with one-word answers. In fact, just last week Massie IM’d him with the latest on Melly Kantor’s post-yoga B.O. And how did he respond?
    With an
F
.
    A lone
F
for
funny
. Not even a
TF
for
too funny
.
    Just a single
F
.
    All weekend long, Massie wondered if Derrington was turned off because she’d mentioned B.O., or if he was somehow related to Melly and offended by the incriminating gossip. More than anything, she wanted to run these possibilities by the Pretty Committee for analysis. But she didn’t want them to think she was insecure about boys. So she suffered in silence.
    “I never have boyfriend angst.” Massie sighed, crossing her fingers.
    The Pretty Committee shook their heads, signaling that they didn’t either.
    “That’s because you don’t have
boyfriends
,” snickered Swiss Miss Braids.
    “Opposite of true!” Alicia snapped.
    Massie opened her mouth, ready to second that, but Skye didn’t give her a chance.
    “You may be too young for a serious relationship, but you’re never too young to know what boys are thinking. Because once you know
that,
you’ll know how to get whatever you want and
whom
ever you want.”
    The DSL Daters giggle-agreed.
    “Ehmagawd, that totally explains it!” Dylan blurted.
    “’Splains what?” Skye nibbled on her pillowy bottom lip and tilted her head. A mass of perfectly conditioned blond waves swung alongside her jaw.
    “How you always get the A-list hawties.”
    Skye stopped pacing and stared deep into Dylan’s green eyes. “Um, we’re not exactly ugly.”
    Dylan’s cheeks reddened. “I didn’t mean it like
that.”
    “She meant more like how you’re so confident around boys and how you always know the right things to say,” Kristen chimed in.
    Skye affectionately tapped the TV screen.
    The Pretty Committee leaned closer while Massie’s brain flooded with possibilities, all of which led to her becoming a world-renowned guy expert. She would own a fleet of purple Lexus convertibles with license plates that read B OYS R U S .
    “Wait.” Her brain suddenly snapped back to reality. “How is a room filled with tacky posters from Spencer’s Gifts gonna teach you about boys?”
    “Is this screen kinda like a crystal ball?” Claire made Massie-esque air quotes when she said “crystal ball.”
    “Better.” Skye grinned.
    “How can it be
better
?” Alicia squinted suspiciously.
    “Because
this
classroom is where the Briarwood Boys have ESP,” Skye whisper-announced.
    “Huh?” asked Alicia.
    “Emotional Sensitivity Powwows,” the DSL Daters said at the same time.
    “You mean all that Dr. Loni stuff?” Dylan asked, half-jokingly referring to the famous radio PhD who taught “emotionally illiterate men” (and convicts) how to “tune into their thoughts” and “translate them into feelings.”
    “Yup.” Skye nodded. “He’s their teacher. He’s been doing it on the DL for five years.”
    The Pretty Committee gasped.
    “Ehmagawd! My mom has been trying to get him on
The Daily Grind
forever.” Dylan pulled her mint-green LG Chocolate phone out of her back pocket. “But he won’t do women’s talk shows, only men’s.” She pulled out her phone and began to speed-dial. “Merri-Lee Marvil is nawt going to believe this.”
    “Drop it!” grunted Swiss Miss Braids right before she slapped Dylan’s phone away from her ear.
    Dylan fumbled to catch it.
    “You can’t tell a soul.”
    “Shhhh.” Skye lifted a pink-manicured finger to her lips, causing another bracelet avalanche. “The boys agreed to take the class if, and only if, it was kept under wraps. If they ever knew we had a camera in there we’d be…”
    She slid her index finger across the center of her long neck, then