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to see Kate’s face when she told her.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll take you to my prom.”
“Nice,” Mike said. He glanced at his wet T-shirt. “I’d feel you up right now to celebrate, but I don’t want
to
get you all sweaty.”
“Gracias,” Hanna simpered, rolling her eyes. She sauntered out of the weight room, making exaggerated
movements with her hips. “I’ll pick you up tonight at eight,” she called over her shoulder. “Alone.”
Tickle Me Elmo girl was waiting for Hanna by the snack bar. A bald man with tattooed biceps and a
handlebar
mustache loomed behind her. “Miss, if you want to use this gym, you’re going to have to pay a guest
fee,” the girl said haltingly. Her cheeks matched the bright red sweatband on her forehead. “And if you
don’t want to do that, then–”
“I’m done here,” Hanna cut her off, skirting around both of them. The girl and her bouncer whirled
around,
watching her go. Neither moved. Neither stepped forward to apprehend her. And that, of course, was
because
she was Hanna Marin. And she was unstoppably, unbelievably fabulous.
<strong>Killer</strong>
23
YEARBOOK MEMORIES TO LAST A LIFETIME
That afternoon, a UPS truck pulled up to the curb of Aria’s father’s new house. The deliveryman,
wearing
blue long underwear under his short-sleeved brown UPS shirt and shorts, handed Aria a box. Aria
thanked
him and looked at the mailing label. Organic Baby Booties. The return address was from Santa Fe, New
Mexico. Who knew such little baby booties could leave such an adult-size carbon footprint?
Her phone beeped, and she reached into the pocket of her bulky-knit sweater coat to grab it. She’d
received