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counterclockwise tongue-swirl that could drive a boy wild. She
     decided to try it. Maybe that would warm things up between them. She wanted to show Stephen he didn’t have to be shy with
     her. That she could be as wild as any cowgirl.
    She gathered up her courage and went for it. She opened her lips and pushed her tongue out, pressing against Stephen’s teeth.
     For a second, he relaxed. His mouth opened, and he let her tongue roam around inthere. Then he suddenly snapped his mouth shut, nearly biting her tongue off, and jolted up as if he’d been electrocuted.
    “What’s the matter?” Mads asked.
    “What? Oh, nothing,” Stephen said.
    Nothing? It sure didn’t seem like nothing to her.
    “Something just poked me in the butt,” Stephen said. “I think there’s a loose spring in the car seat or something.”
    “Oh.” Mads wanted to buy it, she really did. But come on. A loose spring? In a year-old car?
    “What did it feel like?” Mads asked. “Did it feel like this?” She playfully pinched his butt. He twitched and laughed.
    “No, it was more like
this.”
He tried to pinch her, but she dodged him. They played around like this in the back-seat, pinching each other and slapping
     each other’s hands away and laughing. But the sexy mood was gone, and they never got around to serious kissing again that
     night. The porch light on Mads’ house started blinking, her mother’s sign that she knew Mads was home and it was time to come
     in or face the consequences, which involved her mother coming out there herself and knocking on the car window. Obviously,
     Mads would eat live spiders to avoid that.
    “There’s the signal,” Mads said, pushing the front seat up and opening the car door.
    Stephen clambered out after her and kissed her quickly before she trotted up the stone steps to her house. “Happy trails.”
    When the new girl, Quintana Rhea, walked into school on Monday morning, Mads felt it right away. Something different. Electricity.
    Quintana had long, glossy, straight brown hair that moved like water across her shoulders. She was small-chested, with a cute
     little bubble butt. Her lips were very red, and her teeth very white. Her hazel eyes were large and fringed with thick, black
     lashes. And she was wearing a chic pink-and-silver-sequined-covered peasant blouse that Mads had seen in
Teen Vogue
only a week before. Quintana was very pretty and very chic. But that wasn’t it.
    Mads wasn’t the only one who noticed her. Heads turned as she passed through the halls. Boys, with a helpless look in their
     eyes, watched her walk until she turned the corner. Girls, too, with a different sort of helplessness. She had something that
     couldn’t be bought. But, what? Mads turned the question over in her mind. What, exactly, was it?
    By lunch on day one, Quintana trailed a stream of boys in her wake wherever she went. All kinds of boys: lowly freshmen, hottie
     seniors, regular in-between guys.They didn’t seem to care that they were part of an endless stream. They just wanted to be near her. They wafted after her
     like perfume.
    What’s her secret?
Mads wondered as she watched Quintana scan the lunchroom for a place to sit. Because Mads knew she had one. It leaked out
     of her pores, whatever it was. Quintana seemed to know something. Something juicy.
    “Is that the new girl?” Holly asked.
    “Yeah,” Mads said. “She was in my English class. Her name’s Quintana. She moved here from L.A.”
    “I feel sorry for her, starting so late in the school year,” Lina said.
    Quintana spotted Autumn, Rebecca, and Ingrid at their table and headed toward them.
    “This should be interesting,” Holly said.
    Quintana stood in front of Rebecca and her friends. She nodded at an empty seat, and Mads could tell she was asking if it
     was taken. Rebecca looked at the other girls. Then she did that thing where she showed her teeth as if she were smiling, but
     somehow it didn’t come off as friendly. She said