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Kim

I bit my lip quickly to hide the fact that I was blushing so hard it wasn't funny.

Looking away, I turned to Rudy. "So, when is the next tournament?"

While Rudy's giving me the details, I see Jack sidling up next to me. My cheeks turning red, I focus even harder on Rudy.

As soon as Rudy's finished, I turn and face my sisters, biting my lip hard to avoid embarrassing myself even harder.

"Y-You ready to go?" I stammer, hoping my voice doesn't crack or anything awkward. Too late.

"Yeah," Macy answered quickly. With a swift, synchronized move of our arms, we swooped up our backpacks and walked outside.

"Wait!" My heart stopped when Jack called out, but it was crushed swiftly when he said, "Jemma, wait!"

Flashing me a quick look, Jemma replied, "Sure. You guys go ahead of me."

Ducking my head down low, I walked away, sticking my hands in my coat pockets. I found a piece of paper in mine. Pulling it out, I realized it was from Melody.

Don't be disappointed. Jack is usually oblivious.

If you want, my email is melodyanderson , and my IM name is Melody "the Awesome" Anderson. I know, I know.

Melody.

I smiled and shook my head as we got into Macy's car.

"Sorry I'm late," Jemma panted as she quickly slipped into the passenger seat. "Couldn't get Jack to stop rambling, so I told him I had to go home for a meeting with my agent."

"Good excuse," I answer, biting my lip again. If I keep doing this, I'm going to gnaw my lips sore... ew.

"Well, let's go home, shall we?" Jemma said awkwardly.

I stared at the math problem in front of me. Math never was my best subject, English and Science were.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell rang. "Coming!" I called. Opening the door, I was bombarded by paparazzi.

"Is Macy dating?"

"When is she going to release her next album?"

"Is it true Jemma is cheating on Joe Jonas with someone in Seaford?"

"Okay, okay!" I stopped all of them with my foolproof loud screaming. "First, Macy is NOT dating. Secondly, she'll be releasing her album soon. And thirdly..." I took a deep breath. "No, she's not dating Joe Jonas, or anyone in Seaford. Now if you'll excuse me..." and with that, I promptly slammed the door in their faces.

"Paparazzi?" Macy asked sympathetically from the stairs.

"Yeah. I'll never get my math homework done at this point," I shake my head in mock-disappointment.

Macy laughed. "C'mon, I'll help you."

So I guess it was a touching scene, an extremely famous celebrity helping her non-famous sister with math homework.

We arrived at school looking like supermodels. Well, Jemma and Macy. Not me. Definitely not me.

I threw my designer tote bag onto my shoulders. Jemma and Macy had one, and it seemed awkward knowing that most of the students in Swathmore Academy used them instead of actual backpacks. So Mom got me one. It was tan leather, and it was extra durable and had lots of pockets. Macy had designed one for me a few weeks ago and had it made in a day.

The joys of being the celebrities' sister.

"Hey Kim," Melody sidled up to me. "How's life?"

"Oh, the usual," I replied. "Did homework. Helped sisters with chores. Shooed off paparazzi. The usual," I add a shrug, making Melody laugh.

"Wow, that's what every Swathmore student goes through," she retorts playfully.

"Well, why not? I mean, that's what every female Swathmore student wants, right?" I teased.

Just then, the bell rang. "Let's go," Melody shakes her head, dragging me away.

"I will not be caught in a white Ferrari after Memorial Day!" I heard a voice call in a snobby, sticky sort of way. It sounded familiar, as did the similarly sounding laughter that followed. Turning the corner, I saw -

"Jack?" Melody hissed, her expression one of pure anger.

"H-huh? Oh, h-hi, Melody," Jack stammered sheepishly.

I know that Swathmore and Seaford were always locked in a fierce rivalry during the Seaford Parade.

This wasn't going to end well.

I guarantee it.

You guys are awesome. I can't put it any other way than this.