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“Hey, dipshit!” Alice shook off Greta’s hand and stepped
forward, shoving Dylan’s shoulders. He stumbled back, caught
off guard by the angry-princess look-alike. “Did you hear what
she said?” She stepped close to his face, every muscle in her
neck strained. “We’ll make it simple so even you can under-
stand. If a person can’t say yes or no, the answer’s always no!”
She tried to shove him again, but he caught her wrists,
repelling her. “Get your hands off me!” His fists twitched in

her direction, like he wanted to deck her but couldn’t.
“That’s probably what every girl you’ve slept with was
thinking too,” Alice said.
The guy who had done the ball tricks started to laugh and
then swallowed it. “Oh, burn,” he muttered.
Greta guessed he wasn’t Dylan’s biggest fan.
“Get out of here!” Dylan shouted at them. The coach ADVANCE READING COPY

looked up from his phone call, frowning.
“Can’t wait,” Alice drawled. “The smell’s getting to me.
Close the deal, Greta.”
Greta cleared her throat and stepped forward, her hands
trembling but legs planted firmly on the ground. The earth
held her up. She didn’t need Alice anymore. She deserved
to stand there, deserved to be heard. The faces around them
blurred until only Dylan’s sneer remained. “Shame on you,
Dylan.” No more timid schoolgirl. She’d carried it for him too

long. “Not on me. On you.” Not hers anymore.
She turned as his face changed color, shape—a chemical
reaction—but didn’t wait to see where it would end. A villain
who shifted from human to monster. Alice reached for her

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