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“Thank—”
“Well, well, well,” a whiny voice I’m starting to get sick of says,
“look who showed up at the bonfire uninvited.”
Flanked by two other cheerleaders, Adara is wearing a white cro-
cheted bikini top and a pair of white cutoff jeans shorts. I’m shivering
in my jeans and sweatshirt—she must be freezing.
The thought makes me smile.
“Hi, Adara,” I say with sugary sweetness. “I love your swimsuit.”
She scowls, but can’t resist the compliment. “Thanks—”
“Of course, I loved it when everyone in L.A. was wearing them
last summer.” I turn to Troy and whisper dramatically, loud enough
for everyone to hear, “It’s so last season.”
Adara’s mouth drops open. “Listen, kako. Tonight is for descendants
only—no godly blood, no bonfire. Leave now before you
embarrass yourself.”
“Leave off, Adara,” Troy says. “She’s with me.”
“Really?” she coos. “She was panting over my boyfriend at lunch
today. Are your attachments always so fleeting, kako?”
Troy lunges forward, but I grab his shoulders and hold him back.
He gives me a look that says he’s clearly willing to throw down with
Adara for me. I shake my head.
“She’s not worth it,” I say. “You have to pity someone who doesn’t
understand the concept of friendship.”
Adara sidesteps Troy, stepping right up into my face.
“Stella may be softening toward you, but I know better.” We are
nose to nose when she sneers, “You are a disgrace to the Academy
and your very presence sullies a reputation over two thousand years
in the making.”
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