Poseur by Compai

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    Charlotte turned to Janie with a trembling smile. If Janie didn’t know better, she could have sworn she was nervous. But girls
     like Charlotte didn’t get nervous.
    Did they?
    “Can you hold on for just a sec?” Charlotte asked. And then she went upstairs — more swiftly than she came down — hips swaying,
     butt bouncing, feet slipping from their black kitten-mule heels. Jake couldn’t help but stare.
    Janie couldn’t help but stare at him staring.
    Once she was out of sight, Charlotte bolted down the hall and knocked on her older brother’s bedroom door with all her might.
     She loved an excuse to knock with all her might. Her bony little knuckles were harder than brass.
He appeared at last, his face a plaster of annoyance. She’d interrupted a crucial set of sit-ups, but Charlotte didn’t care.
     She yanked the iPod wire from his ear like a weed.
    “You need to help me. Now.”
    “Um . . . no,” he replied, attempting to close the door.
    “It’s important!” Charlotte stopped the door with her lightning-quick size-six foot. Her brother groaned.
    “Don’t you have
for this sort of thing?”
    “Don John,”
she corrected, “is walking Mort.” She pushed her way into his room, shutting the door behind her. She leaned up against it
     and her breast heaved with urgency. “There’s a girl downstairs,” she informed him in a harsh whisper.
    “You need to distract her.”
    “Why? Who is she?” he asked, growing suspicious. Charlotte took a deep breath, readying herself for a lengthy explanation.
     Her brother stopped her like a crossing guard. “Wait! Wait! Never mind!” he ordered. She closed her mouth. “Okay,” he continued
     once he was safe. “All I wanna know is, is she hot?”
    Charlotte squinched her nose at the word “hot.” She knew it was in her best interest to say yes, but she was feeling a little
     stingy. She had made a real effort to be nice to Janie — she’d even said
— and Janie had narrowed her eyes like a viper. True, Charlotte teased her in the ninth grade, but that was, like, a
ago. Janie Farrish should know better. Grudges are the pastime of old ladies and gang members, not attractive young girls.
     Attractive young girls obsess over
    Could it be Janie didn’t quite know she was attractive?
    After all, her transition from Ignorable to Adorable came at mind-bending warp speed, and identity-switches that quick
screw with the system. But while Jake handled his with unparalleled cool, Janie was completely freaking out. Charlotte guessed
     she suffered from an acute Ugly Duckling Complex, or “UDC.” Charlotte was concerned — not because she cared about Janie, but
     because she cared about her future with Jake. As long as his sister’s UDC went untreated, Janie would continue her grudge,
     which meant she might do or say anything to turn Jake against her.
    Charlotte wasn’t about to let that happen.
    “Well?” Evan prompted. “Is she hot or not?”
    “She’s . . . okay,” Charlotte managed to admit. Her brother raised his eyebrows with interest. He knew his sister too well.
     Charlotte insisted her friends — who looked like hairless dogs in makeup — were “cute.” Only the very hottest girls earned
     the resentful “she’s . . . okay.”
She’s okay,
    Charlotte smiled. She knew her brother too well. Nothing excited him more than a “she’s . . . okay.” Now Evan would flirt
     his head off, Janie’s UDC would be gone in half a heartbeat, and Jake would finally belong, truly and completely, to Charlotte.
    “So?” Charlotte repressed a smug smile of triumph. “Will you do it or what?”
    He pulled a fresh t-shirt over his cherished abs and grinned. “Do it.”
    Evan could not believe his truly excellent luck. Not only was the girl downstairs hot, she was
hot girl. The hot girl with the
Or was that green thing a skirt? Like any

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