Stella pounded on the wood door. “Please—open up!” “I told you,” a voice echoed from inside the bathroom. “I don’t want to see your face!” It was Friday afternoon, and the school was practically empty. But Stella was standing outside the eighth-floor loo, waiting for Myra to emerge. Since the open call, Myra hadn’t responded to any of her e-mails. She’d tried everything: explaining (I followed you out but I couldn’t find you), pretending it didn’t happen (Are you free for lunch tomorrow?), and finally defending (It’s not my fault Cate said that). Then this morning, in biology, Myra had moved her seat to a table in the corner, telling Mrs. Perkins she preferred to learn about mitosis alone. Stella had been so busy convincing Blythe and Cate that she could turn Myra into Chi Sigma material, she hadn’t run the idea by Myra herself. Stella glanced at the clock on the wall. It was four sixteen. Which meant Myra had been barricaded in the loo for twelve minutes, ever since Stella followed her there after her Mathlete practice.
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