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on the lacrosse team. They did everything together, from studying to working out at Philly Sports Club,
the grimy gym at the back of the King James, to eating nasty Chick-fil-A. Hanna and Mona used to joke
that
they also secretly had group sleepovers and styled each other’s hair.
Kate took another sip of her mint tea. “Some of them are seriously hot.”
“Like who?” Hanna challenged.
Kate watched the boys as they passed M.A.C., David Yurman, and Lush, the store that sold a million
different
types of handmade candles and soaps. “Him.” She pointed at one of the boys on the end.
“Who, Noel?” Hanna shrugged. Noel Kahn was okay, if you liked rich boys who had no inner censor and
were obsessed with jokes about testicles, third nipples, and animals having sex.
Kate chewed on the stirrer in her mint tea. “Not Noel. The other one. With the dark hair.”
Hanna blinked. “Mike?”
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”
Hanna’s eyes boggled. Mike, gorgeous? He was loud and annoying and uncouth. Okay, so maybe he
wasn’t
a total dog—he had the same blue-black hair, lanky body, and ice blue eyes as Aria did. But…still.
Suddenly, a possessive feeling began to course through Hanna’s veins. The thing was, Mike had been
following
Hanna around like a lost puppy for years. One weekend in sixth grade when Hanna, Ali, and the others
were sleeping over at Aria’s house, Hanna had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
In the dark hall, a pair of hands reached out and groped her boobs. Hanna yelped, and Mike, then in fifth
grade, stepped back. “Sorry. I thought you were Ali,” he said. After a pause, he leaned in and kissed
Hanna
anyway. Hanna let him, secretly flattered—she was chubby, ugly, and lame back then, and it wasn’t like
she
had tons of guys fighting over her. Mike was technically her first kiss.
Hanna faced Kate. She felt like a pot bubbling over. “Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but Mike likes me.