BOY CRAZY

"I declare this a ten-boy summer!"

Macey Mchenry's voice rang through the bedroom, distracting Cammie morgan from the late afternoon view of the Hollywood Hills, complete with the Hollywood sign. The vista parents' backyard and across her posh Hancock park neighborhood reminded her that she was finally back where she belonged. Home- where Gallagher Academy gossip, especially the Cammie-specific item involving Josh Abrams and her broken heart, can't touch her. Or shouldn't anyway.

Enough about Josh. Cammie fiercely tried to shake off thoughts of him as he'd shaken her off because he "needed his space." Not that she was still bitter about it. It's summer. No ex-boyfriends or boarding school drama allowed. She'd left all that back in her Northern California dorm on the last day of finals.

She turned her back on the view- and on her downer thoughts- to face her best friends, Macey and Bex.

"What do ten boys have to do with our reunion summer?" Cammie made a face at her oldest friend. The Mchenrys had moved in next door when the girls were both four. Macey was stretched out across Cammie's four poster bed as if it were her own- as if it had been moments rather than months since she and Cammie has laid eyes on each other. She was dressed to lounge in low-slung blue PINK sweat pants and a clingy grey Gallagher Soccer T-Shirt, which made her pale skin glow. Macey's strawberry-blond curls fanned out behind her as she sat up, narrowing her hazel eyes at Cammie.

"It's time to take our game to the next level before senior year starts," Macey said firmly. "Hence, ten boys."

Cammie had forgotten about Macey's bossy streak. The girls' families usually traveled during school breaks, so they hadn't actually hung out beyond very occasional coffee dates in years. E-mails and random phone calls just weren't the same as face time. But even after three years apart, they were slipping easily back into old middle school patterns.

"I was thinking more like the no-boys level," Cammie suggested, leaning back against the windowsill and smiling. "I'm ready to declare myself a boy-free zone after this last year. At least for a little while."

"Agreed." Bex Baxter wrinkled her perfect little nose and looked up from the thick blue carpet. Cammie's second oldest friend, whose family had moved onto the block when the girls were all six years old, had been checking out the iTunes library on Cammie's silver MacBook. She lay on her stomach, kicking her long, tanned legs up behind her. Cammie's father would have a heart attack if he tried to wear anything as short as Bex's tiny white jean cut offs. She loved that Bex dared.

"I'm still recovering from the Grant Newman disaster," Bex said, absently pulling on one of the strings of her black Abercrombie hoodie. She shuddered dramatically, making her high, pale blond ponytail bounce. "Ugh."

Cammie had forgotten the full impact of Bex's natural, blue-eyed prettiness, which screamed California girl. She ran hand through her own darker, sandier blond mess, which she wore in a long, shaggy pixie cut. Never in a million years could she have managed to look as smooth looking as Bex's. She thought about the hated freckles hat spread across her cheeks and defeated any makeup she slathered over them. She accepted with a sigh that Macey was the fashionista and Bex was the SoCal dream girl. Cammie would always look more athletic and tomboyish than her friends. Luckily, up at Gallagher, most of the students dressed more Cammie than Bex.

"Grant Newman is a loser, not a disaster," Macey said, rolling her eyes. "He had asshat written all over him from day one." She looked at Cammie. "I met him once at a party. It was enough. He was vile."

"Yeah, but also hot." Bex shrugged, as if she couldn't help herself. "Like, Zac Efron hot."

"Zac Efron hot is not the kind of hot you just get over, Macey." Cammie offered in Bex's defense. "That's the kind of hot that requires a recovery program. Maybe even an intervention."

"I beg you," Macey said with a groan. "Don't encourage her!"

BOY CRAZY

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