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handy. “French language club! You should join the French language club. I know how you like French.”
    “I guess? It would help to speak it with actual people instead of just a computer program.” Kierra picked up Lacy’s name and tried putting it next to Thomas, but it didn’t seem to work. “Why do you want me to join clubs, anyway?”
    “Sycamore is about socializing.” Lacy beamed at her, faded pink and blonde hair wild around her head. “If you’re not going to date, you should join a club. Or a few clubs! That way you can meet all the people you’re supposed to be setting up, and you’ll have something to do to distract yourself from the breakup.”
    It actually wasn’t a bad idea. Kierra did like the thought of brushing up on her high school French, since she planned on studying abroad in Paris before she graduated. “Sure, I’ll sign up for French language club, if it makes you happy.”
    “Also book club,” suggested Leila, walking over to where her open box of books sat on top of the couch. She rummaged through it and picked out a book. “I’m sure there’s something in here that they’ll read. Why do you have a copy of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’?”
    Blushing, Kierra shot up and snatched the book from her hand. “It was my mom’s, I swear. You know I’m on birth control. See - look.” She opened up the front cover to show her the spot where her dad had signed it all those years ago. “It’s the only thing I have that he wrote to my mom. Everything else she burned… kind of like us last night.”
    “Wow, that’s really… sad. Sorry.” Leila set the book aside. “If you don’t join the book club, you can do the scavenger hunt club.”
    “Scavenger hunt club!?” One of Kierra’s favorite things from her childhood was scavenger hunts. “Maybe this whole club thing isn’t as lame as I first thought it was.”
    “It really isn’t!” Lacy jumped up excitedly. “I’m in seven of them, and it’s the best thing ever.”
    “She only ever actually goes to hair dye club,” Leila said. “The other six, she went to the first meeting and never again.”
    “I’ll go when I don’t have any homework,” Lacy grumbled.
    “You don’t have to convince me. I’ll go to the clubs. Why be in Sycamore if you’re not really in Sycamore?”
    Lacy squealed, giving her a hug. “You’ll love it here, I promise.

CHAPTER THREE
    Clubbing

    French club was held every week in the Sycamore House common room.
    Unlike the events, Sycamore House clubs were open to other residents and even off-campus students. There were a surprising dozen people already in the common room when she got there, waiting for things to start. It wasn’t just Sycamore’s reputation for being the most beautiful, spacious house that drew everyone to it - the attractive foreign exchange students from France were also the draw, she’d learned that afternoon. Three gorgeous blondes straight from Aix-en-Provence, with perfect accents and even more perfect boobs.
    Everyone else in the room was a guy.
    Great, I signed up for the horny drooling dude club. At least there were actual native speakers in the room that she could learn from. Kierra took a seat on one of the couches, fiddling with her phone and trying to pretend like she didn’t feel left out by the fact that everyone else there seemed to already know each other.
    Of course, she had a message in her voicemail inbox. Too bad they don’t let you delete those without listening to them. The last thing she needed in her head was the sound of Brooks Allen’s voice. She stared at the screen of her phone, debating whether she should play it with the speaker covered or just throw the whole thing out the window.
    “Alright gang.” Thomas Dorsey, the tall basketball-playing blond she’d thought about setting up with Lacy, stood up and got the club started. “I might not have the best French skills, but I do know when it’s time to get going. So