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while. She stabs a cucumber with a plastic fork. Eats it. And then looks at me. Do you want to know
why I hate you? she asks.
I almost choke on a bite of chicken.
Not particularly, I say when I ve recovered. But I have a feeling you re going to tell me anyway.
Lexie shakes a little tub of dressing, opens it, and dips the tips of her fork tines into the dressing
before taking a bite of salad. She chews it neatly and then repeats the tiny bit o dressing, lot o bit of
lettuce process before she decides to enlighten me.
I hate you because you re a natural, she says.
A natural what?
I expect the next words that come out of her mouth to be something like a natural-born loser but
instead she eats another cucumber and says, A natural at everything I want to be. She scoots an
olive off her salad with her fork. You re a natural blond, naturally fit hello, all the mayonnaise on
that sandwich and most of all, you re a natural singer. I, on the other hand, have to go to a stylist
every six weeks to keep my hair color fabulous, do an hour of Pilates every morning to look this
rocking, and I ve had six different vocal coaches since I was five years old. Don t get me wrong, I
know I m talented, but I ve had to work to get this voice. You just have it.
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I work hard, too, you know, I say, putting down my sandwich. And I would have killed for the
voice coaches you ve had.
And yet here you are, in one of the best music programs in the country without an ounce of
professional training. Don t deny it, Daphne, you know you re special. You ve just got it, and people
can see it. They can hear it.
So you hate me because you re jealous?
No, I hate you because you re an idiot.
Excuse me?
I saw the look on your face when your dad announced that he s writing a freaking opera just for
you. He threw the biggest opportunity in the world at your feet. And you didn t want it. You would
have thrown it back at him if you could. Meanwhile, I work my ass off trying to get a big enough part
so my parents will even bother to come. Which means you re the biggest idiot I ve ever met.
Why are you telling me this?
Because I want to propose a truce. I ll call my Sopranos off if you help me get what I want.
Let me guess, my part in the play?
We both know your daddy wouldn t go for that. No, I ll let you play the damsel in distress. I want to
be the queen. Put a bug in your dad s ear that I d make a good Persephone, and I ll make sure you
have a nicer time at this school. She packs up her salad and stands. Sound good?
I guess, I say.
Cool. I like your . . . um . . . She scans her finger over my outfit . . . barrette, by the way. Très
chic.
Thanks, I say and watch as she walks through the courtyard back into the school.
I pick up my sandwich and take a couple of bites, wondering how this lunch break could get any
weirder than Lexie proposing a truce, when someone very large steps in front of my sun, casting a
shadow over my food.
I look up. Way up. And see Haden Lord, with a purple paisley tote bag on his arm, standing over me.
chapter thirty-five
haden
When I see Daphne sitting in the courtyard during our lunch break, I don t hang back or pretend to be
aloof. I walk right up to her with the determination of a warrior and address her as if she were an
Underlord of my same rank. I have agreed to sing during the festivities of lighting up Olympus. I
request that you help me prepare. Or perhaps a duet would be prudent.
She blinks at me for a moment, then looks down at the notebook at her side as if contemplating what
she s written there. She looks back up at me. Um . . . okaaaay.
Very well, then, I say, hiding my surprise that she has actually agreed. We shall commence
rehearsal at your earliest convenience.
Next week, she says. I have a ton of homework to catch up on.
I bid you a pleasant day, then. I give her a respectful nod and start to take my leave.
My purse? she says, pointing at the bag over my arm. I had intending on giving it to her first thing as
a peace offering.
Oh yes. I hand it over to her. Everything is as it should be, but I took the liberty of charging your
phone for you.
I walk away at a fast clip, not giving her time to reconsider our arrangement.
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daphne
After Haden is gone, I pick up the list of things I know about him and add sometimes talks like Thor.
This day definitely can t get more surreal.
A light flashes in my eyes and I jump, hitting my back on the base of the statue behind me. Tobin
lowers his camera and laughs. That was a good one. I ll give it a dazed and confused in the
daytime caption.
What the crap are you doing?
Tobin raises his camera to take another picture of me. I push him away. Go away. You know they
don t allow paparazzi past the gate, dork face.
Come on, it s for the yearbook! Tobin seems way too happy, considering our earlier conversation.
Since when were you on yearbook?
Since I found out from the librarian that the yearbook staff has commandeered the school collection
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