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curl out of her eyes. “You can’t stand Simon. Figured you’d be happy I finally listened to you.” She covered her face.
    Meg shifted in her seat but didn’t say anything. True, she wasn’t a huge fan of Simon’s. But she certainly never wanted to see Bailey hurt like this. “I am happy. He treated you like crap, and it’s about time you did something about it. I just wish you didn’t do it so—you know—publicly. You have to think of your safety.” Bailey wasn’t a think-ahead kind of girl, so Meg usually did that for her. “Remember Josh from last summer? He followed you for two weeks. Oh, and that guy Ian from the stables! Didn’t he like…threaten you or something?”
    Bailey mashed her lips into a tight line. “Simon wouldn’t do anything like that.”
    â€œNo, he’d just run to a hot cheerleader behind your back.” At Bailey’s hiss of pain, Meg gave her hand a squeeze.
    Several minutes passed.
    â€œBy the way, you might want to talk to Chase.”
    Meg tensed. Talk to him? That was never a good idea. “Why?”
    Bailey handed Meg her phone again. “Take a look at his status.”
    Meg scrolled down and hissed in a breath.
    Chase Gallagher is in a relationship.
    â€œI never accepted that request!” Meg’s hand curled into a fist. Bailey pried her phone away, tucked it carefully into her bag.
    â€œMeg, before you freak out, why don’t you—”
    â€œBay, we’ve been over this.”
    Bailey snapped her teeth together and rolled her eyes.
    Meg boiled in silence and then remembered the art show flyer. God, could the timing be any worse?
    â€œUh-oh. Your shoulders are doing that hunchy thing. What do you want?”
    And there’s my cue . Meg opened her mouth and then chickened out. “It’s not important.”
    â€œMeg, come on. What is it?” Bailey nudged her.
    Meg slid the art exhibit flyer over to her and girded her eardrums for the assault she expected in three…two…one.
    â€œNo.” Bailey moaned the word out for one long beat.
    â€œCome on, Bay! I’ll go with you to I-CON if you’ll come with me to the museum.”
    She sighed in misery. “Do I have to? I’d rather have flat hair.”
    Bailey hated art in all shapes and all forms, and dragging her to Manhattan’s Museum of Modern Art to see the upcoming exhibit on printed art ranked right up there with asking her to wear last year’s styles. In other words: So. Not. Happening.
    â€œPlease, Bailey?”
    â€œMegan!” She hit a new high on the shrill scale, and Meg cringed. “I really hate when you do this.”
    â€œIt’s called a compromise, Bay. I’m willing to subject myself to guys wearing underwear over tights in exchange for you looking at art with me.”
    Bailey rolled her huge blue eyes. “That stuff’s not art. It’s a bunch of posters and advertisements somebody stuck on the walls and sold tickets to.”
    â€œPlease?”
    Bailey gritted her teeth. “Fine! But you totally owe me.”
    Meg shrugged and happily bit into her sandwich. When she looked up again, Chase was heading toward them, carrying his lunch tray. She quickly folded the flyer and slipped it into her pocket, hoping no one noticed her lame Here comes Chase smile, especially him.
    â€œHey.” Chase jerked his chin toward the rear of the cafeteria, sliding into the empty chair across from them. “What did you do to Simon? He’s crying all over Caitlyn’s shoulder.”
    Uh-oh . Meg thought with a worried glance at Bailey.
    Bailey nibbled a fingernail. “Crying? Like seriously crying?”
    Chase rolled his eyes. “No, not really. He’s just putting the moves on her.”
    â€œOh—”
    â€œSo what did you do?”
    â€œI broke up with him.”
    Chase nodded with approval. “Good for you. Guy should