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minimum, shall we?” suggested Mrs. Carr.
    I turned for one last triumphant look at Olivia, and she was glaring at me but now with a full blush on her face. But my moment of victory passed as it suddenly sank in that Olivia would only be meaner to me now, just to get back at me. I shrank down in my chair and stared straight ahead, bracing myself for the worst.
    What had I ever done to Olivia to deserve this abuse? It was so out of the blue! Like she’d come back from the break and decided she hated me. Ugh. The class couldn’t pass fast enough now! I had to get out of there.
    A few minutes later, when Mrs. Carr’s back was to the class, I felt a scratching on the back ofmy arm. I looked down and it was a note, being passed from Maggie, behind me to my left. Maggie used to hang around with Sydney Whitman in the Popular Girls Club. When Sydney moved away, the club was renamed the Best Friends Club, and Olivia started hanging out with Maggie and Bella. The weird thing about this group of girls, the Best Friends Club, is that on their own, they’re not all that bad—usually. It’s only when they’re together that they’re awful.
    Glancing up at Mrs. Carr to make sure I was safe, I quickly reached back to snatch the note. Then casually, over the course of a few minutes, I slowly opened it up without making any noise, and read what it said:
    You should be careful what you say about people if you don’t want them to get angry at you.
    What? Olivia was angry at me? Because I said something about her? I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be. And how could something I said hurt someone as powerful as Olivia Allen? Lowly old me?
    Now I was stressed.
    I didn’t write a return note, and as soon as the class was over, I flew out the door to gym class without looking back.

    After gym though, I still didn’t even want to go to lunch and potentially face her there, too. I felt like I was on the run, like a character on a TV show. I grabbed a sandwich and then told my friends I had a meeting of the Future Business Leaders of America, and I took off to eat my lunch alone in the math lab. It was depressing, but at least I felt safe. After school I commandoed out of the building and raced home without running into anyone. It was like I was in the witness protection program.
    At home I IM’d my BFFs to say I wasn’t feeling well, and even though I felt bad for lying, I knew it would buy me some time alone. I just had to figure out what I’d said about Olivia, and in the meantime, how to stay the heck away from her.
    To distract myself, I really focused on my homework and did a great job, and I made a little headway on a spreadsheet I’m working on for the CC that details the specific quantities of ingredients needed for each of our standard cupcake designs.
    At six fifteen, my mom dashed by with a quick hello as she changed out of her work clothes andwent into the kitchen to make one of her superhealthy dinners for us. I was just glad to be left alone.
    When they called me down for dinner, I went, but I was still distracted by the drama of my day.
    As soon as I sat down, my older sister, Dylan, said, “I thought you were sick.”
    â€œWhat?” I could feel my cheeks pinken into a blush.
    â€œI saw Emma at the library a little while ago, and she said you’d rushed home because you didn’t feel well.”
    My mom put down her fork. “What’s the matter, Lexi? Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are all pink.”
    She stood up and came over to press her lips to my forehead, which is the annoying and mortifying way she checks to see if we’re feverish. (For some reason my mom is always obsessing that we might have fevers. Always has, always will, for reasons unknown.) I tried to squirm away, but she had me in a tight grip.
    â€œNo, no fever,” she said, returning to her seat, visibly relaxed. She picked her fork back up and began