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Alex quickly picked up on. Without pausingor glancing at Cam, she announced, “You’re on your own. I decided I’m not going to be initiated. So I won’t need this stupid stuff.”
    There it was again — the hateful look, the malicious tone.…
    Cam was stunned as, she supposed, her sister had meant for her to be. Determined to avoid another face-off, she turned away from Alex and toward the mirror over her dresser.
    First she knew it instinctively, then she saw it in the mirror. Alex had stopped hurling books into the bag and was staring at her — with a terrible, calculating glare. A look so malevolent it was hard to believe it was Alex.
    Chills ripped through Cam’s spine. She shuddered in a sudden cold current that seemed to be flowing from her sister.
    But couldn’t be.
    More likely, she decided, the problem was her wet hair. Shivering, she hurried back into the bathroom to dry it. As she turned off the blow-dryer, the bedroom door slammed. Her sister had stalked out again, leaving the bag of books on the floor between their beds.
    Dylan was wolfing down a forbidden Pop-Tart when Alex entered the kitchen. “Don’t tell Mom, okay?” heasked, spraying crumbs in his hurry to make her his ally. “She thinks they rot your brain. I stashed a couple behind the oatmeal. Want one?”
    “Believe me, I don’t need any sugar this morning,” Alex said. “My adrenaline is doing push-ups thanks to your sister.”
    “Cam? What’d she do?”
    “Tried to play psycho games with me! She was totally weird yesterday. And then, just before supper, she went ballistic. Said I threw a book at her. Which I did not!” Alex grabbed a container of orange juice from the fridge. “I don’t know what’s going on, but she better stay out of my way today.”
    “Ballistic? You sure it was Cam?” Dylan was equally amused and surprised. “Dude, she must be having some kind of meltdown. Losing control is so not her M.O.”
    “I’m sure,” Alex confirmed.
    But all of a sudden, she wasn’t.
    Dylan caught her hesitation, her questioning look. “What?” he asked.
    Alex shrugged. The moment of doubt passed. “Nothing,” she said. “Maybe I’m losing it, too.”
    Cam and Alex left the house at different times, by different doors just to be sure. When they passed eachother in the hall at school, they looked the other way. Cam made a point of laughing loudly with her best bud Beth when Alex walked by. When she saw Cam coming, Alex stuck her head into her locker so quickly that she practically impaled herself on a hook.
    At least they didn’t have to try to avoid each other at lunch. While Cam held court at the popular table with her crew, the Six Pack, Alex was meeting Cade at the soccer field to munch lunch and catch up.
    Cade Richman. Just thinking of him made her smile in spite of herself and her sister’s sudden strangeness.
    Cade was the first guy who really got her. And got
to
her. The dark-haired, blue-eyed boy pierced right through her tough exterior.
    She’d gotten an e-mail from him that morning suggesting face-time, and she’d been all over it. Between homework and his after-school internship at a law firm, they hadn’t seen a whole lot of each other lately.
    Cade had volunteered to bring sandwiches. Alex stopped by the cafeteria to pick up a supersized brownie and a couple of sodas.
    Sure enough, Cam was with her squad, totally into whatever her pal Bree was gushing about. Without wanting to, Alex was suddenly tuned in to the chat.
    Bree was dissing Nadine Somerfeld, the new girl atschool, who was sitting alone two tables away. According to the pint-sized fashionista, Nadine’s outfit was “thrift-shop generic or budget mall-wear at best.”
    To her credit, Cam wasn’t having any. She rounded irritably on Bree and told her to chill. Her sister must have sensed Alex’s presence nearby because she turned just then and, as her eyes met Alex’s, the irritability drained away and Cam’s look became one of sadness