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were frowning. ‘You definitely would have gotten that, if you hadn’t had to sneeze,’ Skylar said. ‘Do you want to replay the point?’
    ‘No.’ Ivy shook her head emphatically. ‘It’s yours, fair and square.’
    ‘If you say so . . .’ Skylar looked worried.
    Reiko just looked outraged. She shot Ivy a narrow-eyed look, then took her place, ready to receive the next serve.
    This time, Skylar hit the ball just as fiercely as before – but Reiko returned it with a double-backhand that burned through the air.
    ‘Aaahh!’ Hayley fell to the ground with a scream of pain. The ball had hit her on the knee.
    ‘Time out,’ the umpire said. ‘I guess.’
    Ivy threw aside her racquet to leap over the net and crouch beside Hayley. ‘Are you OK?’
    ‘I . . . I . . .
ow
!’ Hayley let out a moan of agony as Skylar gently massaged her knee. She closed her eyes, taking deep, ragged breaths as a whispering crowd gathered on
the court. ‘I don’t think I can get up by myself,’ she mumbled.
    ‘She needs a doctor!’ Skylar said.
    ‘I know first aid!’ called the umpire, running over.
    Good.
Ivy’s shoulders relaxed. That meant she was free to deal with the
other
problem.
    Ivy turned and shot Reiko a surreptitious death-squint.
    ‘
What were you thinking?
’ she mouthed.
    Reiko shrugged sheepishly, but Ivy didn’t spot any
real
regret on her face. Apparently, Reiko figured that losing the ability to walk was just an occupational hazard for anyone
who was foolish enough to play tennis with her.
    Gritting her teeth, Ivy started towards the other vampire . . .
    But a cry of anguish shattered the air behind her, making her spin around.
    The sound came not from Hayley, but from Amelia Thompson, who had shoved her way through the crowd to Olivia’s side. ‘She can’t
walk
?’ Amelia demanded. ‘Is
that
true
?’
    ‘Sorry.’ Hayley just barely managed to raise herself up on her elbows, with Skylar’s help. ‘I know you were expecting me at the fashion show tonight, Amelia, but
–’
    ‘I wasn’t just
expecting
you,’ Amelia said. ‘I
need
you there! You’re modelling our “Altegular” outfit tonight!’
    Hayley looked like she might be blinking back tears. ‘I don’t think I’ll even be able to sit in the audience for the fashion show, much less strut down that catwalk.’
    ‘Ahh . . . ahhh . . .!’ Amelia looked as if she might faint. She grabbed out at Olivia for support.
    If it weren’t for Hayley’s pain, and her own anger at Reiko’s carelessness, Ivy might have almost found it funny. She had
never
seen Amelia get so emotional about
anything
.
    Reiko jogged over, swinging her tennis racquet by her side. ‘It’s my fault Hayley can’t do it,’ she said. ‘So, can I help? I could be her stand-in, if you need
one.’
    ‘A stand-in?’ Amelia straightened, looking Reiko up and down. The despair in her eyes seemed to fade. ‘Yes . . . You
might
work. You’re about the right size, and
I assume you can walk without falling over?’
    Reiko raised her eyebrows, obviously taking it as a challenge. Tossing her racquet up into the air, she strutted forwards across the tennis court, catching it seven steps later – while
twirling gracefully. ‘How’s that?’
    ‘Well . . .’ Amelia’s eyes narrowed. ‘It’s a bit more . . .
forceful
than I’d like, but I guess I can’t be choosy this close to
showtime.’
    ‘Excellent.’ Reiko grinned.
    ‘Wait!’ Amelia snapped. ‘Your hair might not work.’
    ‘Oh, don’t worry about that.’ Reiko shrugged. ‘I can change it to any colour you want.’
    ‘Hmm.’ Amelia considered her. ‘Something dark would be best. Maybe black or . . . no, wait – blood red!’
    ‘You want red,’ Reiko said cheerfully, ‘you’ll have red!’
    ‘Ohhh . . .’ Looking uncharacteristically misty-eyed, Amelia wrapped the exchange student in a hug. ‘Such school
spirit
from someone who’s only going to be here
for two weeks. We’re so lucky