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melt into a puddle of Chanel No. 19–scented sweat.
    What if Landon was into extreme lip-kissing? She had seen people do it in movies, and there seemed to be a lot of neck movement involved. But what was actually going on
inside
their mouth? It was like the tapered harem pants trend—totally baffling.
    But the alpha couldn’t expose her jumpy nerves. Her betas expected her to know everything and to approach life with confidence and knowledge. Instinctively, Massie peeked out at the guesthouse again. Her subconscious guided her toward Claire, just as it always did during times of insecurity. But she was nowhere in sight. Massie would have to deal with this one alone.
    Her iPhone
bwoop
ed again.
Landon: Is that a yes?
     
    “Someone’s hungry for some cake,” Alicia giggled.
    “Too bad,” Massie declared authoritatively. “
No one’s
eating
cake
with all that H1N1 going around. It’s unsafe!”
    “Puh-lease,” Alicia rolled her big brown eyes. “That’s so last year.”
    Dylan took a swig of her Red Bull. “Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine fluuuuuuuuuuu,” she burped.
    Kristen laughed so hard, she snorted like a pig.
    “See?” Massie pointed. “Kristen just got it!”
    “Whatevs.” Alicia petted her faux-rabbit pillowcase. “I’d get the
swine
from someone that
fine
.” She grabbed Massie’s iPhone.
    “Hey!” Massie lunged toward her like she was at a Tory Burch sample sale and Alicia was the last pair of gold-embellished T-strap wedge sandals. “Give that back!”
    “I WANT UR LIPS TO LAND ON ME!” Alicia typed, her fingers flying over the keypad. “Get it?” she asked. “LAND-on.”
    Massie grabbed Alicia’s arm, knocking the phone to the floor. She reached for it, but Kristen busted out some crazy soccer move and leg-swept it away. Then, lifting it with her toes, Kristen popped it into her hand.
    “Impressive,” Dylan marveled.
    Kristen smiled her thanks while she typed. “LET’S SWAP SWINE!”
    Dylan grabbed the phone. “I’ve got it: HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO… OFF MY LIPS.”
    “Hand that over, or I’m going to give you the Todd Cut while you’re sleeping!” Massie growled.
    Dylan tossed her the phone. Massie caught it in her right hand, her thumb grazing the screen.
    Bwoooooop!
    Oh no.
    No.
    No no no no noooo.
    The snow outside seemed to stop swirling. Dylan froze mid-laugh. Alicia paused mid-gloss. Kristen’s mouth fixed in a round
O
. Bean rolled over and played dead. Massie wished she would die for real.
    “Eh-ma-killmenow!” she wailed. “That message just got sent!”
    After a quick exchange of nervous glances, the girls snapped into emergency advice mode.
    “Maybe he lost his phone,” Dylan said quietly.
    “Maybe he went blind,” Kristen offered.
    “Maybe Bark chewed his phone,” Alicia tried.
    “Yeah,” Dylan added. “Like an iBone.”
    “Opposite of funny!” Massie wailed.
    Just then she heard the tune from “You Belong with Me”—Landon’s exclusive ringtone.
Landon: U read my mind.
     
    “Ehmagawd,” Massie gasped. “He thinks I sent those! Now what?”
    Alicia tossed Massie her dented tube of Clarins lip balm. “Start moisturizing, that’s what.”
    A yogurt-cover pretzel began inching its way back up Massie’s throat. It was obviously freaking out, too, and eager to escape. If only it could take her with it.

THE BLOCK ESTATE
    THE GUESTHOUSE
    Friday, December 5th
    9:37 P.M.
     
     
    Claire grinned and tugged on the tassels of her new blue hat. Life was good.
    When she’d first learned of Massie’s Friday-night sleep-overs, she’d envisioned late nights full of bedazzling, crafting friendship bracelets and gum-wrapper chains,
Gilmore Girls
marathons, and pajama dance parties. And then she’d actually attended one and her vision was scared away, leaving behind a dust cloud of shattered dreams and an overnight bag filled with unstrung beads and fishing wire.
    But now, after a yearlong absence, those sleepover visions had finally