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R u coming back to school?
Idk. She sent it and waited a full minute for a reply.
Can we meet?
This time Greta waited before responding. What did Priya
want? If she’d told Greta the truth before, that she wasn’t
exactly the president of the Rachel and Dylan Fan Club,
maybe she wanted a trash-talk session. Or was this about
reconciliation with that group? Why? Greta texted back.

Just want to talk to u. No more than half an hour. Meet at
Mulligans at lunchtime?
Just the two of us?
Yes.
Ash wouldn’t like it. A sniper drawing her out alone
to get a good shot. She could invite him along—not on
school property, after all—but what kind of conversation ADVANCE READING COPY

would they have with him glowering nearby? OK. I’ll come.
Curiosity egged her on. Priya wouldn’t hurt her, would she?
Unintentionally make her feel inadequate—yes. Actually
inflict pain—no.
Greta watched the room lighten. Ash rolled onto his
side, the pink crescent scar visible on his bare back. She tried
playing a game on her phone with the sound off but then set
it aside, annoyed by the tedious blinking lights. She couldn’t
sit here all morning, waiting for an argument with Ash.

Can you meet sooner? Greta texted Priya and waited. This
mystery meeting made her twitchy. Plus, to make Ash happy,
a last-minute change might throw off Priya’s plans to drag
someone along.

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