I finally admitted to Marie that her name was on the blog, too, but only because I wanted her help. “Prettiest, really?” she cooed, as if there were any doubt. She knows she’s pretty; she just wants to hear someone else say it. Crunching on her salad, she mused, “You and I should run for homecoming court. King and queen, right here! I know one person who’d vote for us.”
“You don’t know who’s blog it is,” Talley pointed out.
Right. That cooled her a little. “We should find out,” she said. “It can’t be too hard—just ask everyone in class who’s already started their blog. I mean, really. It isn’t due for months so I’m sure only one or two people have bothered…”
She trailed off and looked at me, a blank expression on her face. I’d seen it often enough to know that meant she was getting an i
