I realized what I did wrong the very next second, when I saw both my childhood best friends with their jaws on the floor. Gareth wildly looked at Fin—I was guessing, in hopes that he somehow didn’t see the trick I just pulled off.
“Dana—Fin—” but Gareth didn’t have the words to explain as Fin blinked at me. The next thing I knew, Maria, who had obviously been running, appeared by the door.
“What,” she demanded, “the hell was that?”
I was screwed. Days of trying to fit in—of pretending I was “their" Dana Maverick—all gone through the window.
I tried to play it cool, hoping the situation could be salvaged somehow. “What do you mean—"
“No,” she firmly said, stomping towards me. “Don’t lie. I know when you’re lying.”
“Dana, you,” Fin said, still in a state of shock and confusion. That l
