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glances.
    “Starting now, it will stand for ‘Best Friends FIRST.’”
    The Pretty Committee collectively nodded in agreement.
    “This year is going to be all about
us
,” Massie continued. “And only
us
. Boys. Are.
Out
.”
    Dylan held on to her smile, while Claire, Alicia, and Kristen shifted uncomfortably on their bags. Massie ignored their hesitation and forged ahead, knowing that the most convincing part of her speech was coming up.
    “Boys make girls act like LBRs. Remember how lame we all acted last year?” She lifted her right brow and glared into each of their eyes. One by one they lowered their heads in shame. “I called Derrington
immature
. Meanwhile, I was the one kissing Skye Hamilton’s butt so we could spy on Briarwood’s sensitivity-training class. How immature was
that
?”
    Everyone nodded with a mix of support and understanding.
    It was the first time Massie had ever admitted she was wrong about anything. But doing so was necessary for her plan to succeed.
    “Now, who would like to go next?”
    The cloud passed. And sunshine returned, doling out its dwindling supply of summer warmth through the spaces between the leaves.
    “Claire, how about you?”
    “Huh?” She bit a cuticle on her thumbnail.
    “How did a boy make you act like an LBR last year?”
    She blushed. “I guess spying on Cam in sensitivity-training class and then getting the wrong idea and accusing him of cheating on me with a camp tramp named Nikki was pretty bad.” She giggled nervously. “He hasn’t returned a single one of my calls all summer.”
    “Are you ready to give up boys in the pursuit of fabulousness?”
    Claire squinted up at the bright sky for a moment, then met Massie’s gaze. “I guess?”
    “You
guess
?”
    “I mean, yeah. Yes. Yes, I am.” Claire sat up tall.
    Massie led the girls in a round of supportive applause, then placed a light blue box on Claire’s lap. Holding up a palm, she made it clear that the gift was not to be opened yet.
    “Dylan?”
    “I pretty much turned into Shrek.” The redhead burst out laughing when she remembered how much she’d eaten—and burped—just to show Plovert and Kemp how “down-to-earth” she was.
    “Are you ready to give up boys and focus on yourself and your friends?”
    “Yup.” Dylan beamed. “No guy is worth ten pounds. Even when it’s two guys.”
    “Congratulations.” Massie handed her a blue box.
    “Kristen?”
    “Easy.” She smile-blushed. “I pretended to love romance novels and black nail polish because I thought Griffin Hastings would like me better.”
    “And what happened?” asked Massie, trying to suppress her victory smile.
    “He dumped me.” She giggle-shrugged. “Shocker, huh?”
    The girls laughed with her.
    “Are you ready to give up boys and focus on your friends?”
    “Uh-huh.” Kristen squeezed the shark tooth.
    Massie held out her hand and wiggled her fingers.
    “What?” asked Kristen.
    “Isn’t that from Dune?”
    Kristen’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
    “Well, he’s a boy, isn’t he?”
    The soft breeze blew again, offering temporary relief to the heated moment.
    “Isn’t
he
?”
    Everyone stared at Kristen expectantly, wondering what she would do next.
    “Yeah,” she finally said. “But the necklace is from his sister Ripple.”
    “I thought you said it was from Dune.” Alicia’s chocolate brown eyes narrowed.
    “You were right.” Kristen lowered her eyes and plucked a loose red thread from the bottom of her romper. “I lied so it would sound like I had a fun summer. Ripple made it for me. I’m over boys. I promise.”
    “Knew it!” Alicia slapped her own thigh.
    Massie, determined to stay on track, decided to believe her … for now. Kristen accepted her box and sighed with relief once the attention shifted to Alicia.
    “What?” She shrugged. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing. Josh still has a crush on me and I still have a crush on him.” Alicia beamed with pride. Her smile