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So you think Bree should come clean with Justin and tell him she’s no longer interested in him? Read on to find out what happens!
    Chapter 7
    Somewhere Over the Rainbow
    B ree waited an hour after waking up to call Justin—she never called anyone before noon on Sundays. After all, she was wide awake but had yet to crawl out of bed.
    â€œHello, Bree,” Justin said after the first ring. “Decided to come to the premiere?”
    â€œUm, no actually,” she said, burrowing further under her blankets. It was a warm, flannel-soft world under the covers, unlike this uncomfortable conversation. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
    â€œOh. I see,” Justin said flatly. “Then goodbye, Bree.”
    â€œWait! I want to—”
    Before Bree could even try to explain, her phone was flashing Call ended 00:00:47 . She wasn’t about to call Justin back.
    But how was she going to return Jason’s books? Just dump them in the hall outside of their suite, maybe with her phone number tucked inside? It was so . . . forward. And maybe even weird. What if this whole Jason thing was in her head? Justin and Jason would both laugh at the poor, deluded high school girl who didn’t know a good thing when she saw it, throwing away a chance with the twin who was into her after one short conversation with his brother?
    Another problem for another time, Bree decided, turning her phone off and diving deeper into her sheets. Maybe her dreaming mind would have more plans for her when she woke up.
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    â€œIt’s the nicest toilet you’ve ever seen. It’s made of black marble, and the flusher-thingie is made of gold. It’s got the bluest, prettiest water inside, and all you want to do is—”
    â€œSutton, what the hell are you talking about?” Bree asked, bolting upright. Sutton was kneeling on one side of the bed, whispering in her ear. Kylian was standing by the doorway, trying to smother hysterical laughter.
    Rather than answer her, Sutton patted the bed experimentally. “Sorry, Kylian, it’s bone dry. We’ll have to try again when she’s sleepier.”
    â€œI couldn’t be any sleepier. I was asleep,” Bree sighed, collapsing back into her pillows.
    â€œMore deeply asleep then,” Kylian said, joining Bree on the bed. “Scoot over, piglet.”
    â€œWhat are you guys doing here?” Bree demanded as Sutton squeezed in on the other side.
    â€œWe came to comfort you after making a hard decision,” Sutton said, tucking Bree’s covers in on her side.
    â€œYou mean you came to yell at me until I agreed to dump Justin and give up on Jason,” Bree said accurately. “I already did, so don’t bother.”
    â€œSeriously? Did you call him last night?” Kylian asked.
    â€œNo, around noon. What time is it now?”
    â€œAlmost two! Come on, we weren’t out that late. Get out of bed! Get dressed! Your mother will think you’re suffering from teen depression.”
    â€œMom reads too many parenting books,” Bree said with a sigh. Ameera’s teenaged years could not have been more different from Bree’s, and Ameera always worried that she was making terrible parenting mistakes. She worried so much that Ameera didn’t do much of anything to parent Bree at all. But she made sure there was food in the fridge, that she was home at least two or three nights a week, and that Bree was not staying out past eleven on school nights and two-thirty on the weekends. And she paid obsessive attention to Bree’s grades. Otherwise, Bree was largely on her own, which made Ameera the most popular mother among Bree’s friends.
    â€œProbably. She knows more about adolescent psychiatric disorders than my mom does,” Kylian replied. And that was saying a lot. Kylian’s mother was a child psychiatrist who treated lots of child stars and,