eat only grapefruit or something crazy like that. At least thatâs what the nurse said.â
âSo whatâs she supposed to do if she comes up fat in that formula?â Kate asked pointedly.
âI donât know, but the nurse did give me four tips,â I said.
I pulled out my notebook page, where I had them in a bullet list. I held it up for them to see.
⢠Eat more fruits and vegetables
⢠Drink water instead of soda and sugary drinks
⢠Get an hour of exercise every day
⢠Understand that itâs normal for a girlâs body to change during puberty. Hips get wider and figures get curvy.
âNo offense, Jemma, but whatâs the difference between fat and curvy?â Kate asked.
I had no answer. I wondered if there would ever be anything curvy about my body. Kate continued. âEat right. Get exercise. Everyone says that and itâs not very easy to do,â she said.
âIâm sorry, Kate, if you can do better on this one, then go ahead.â
I was actually a little angry at Kate for how she answered my question about Forrest. Thatâs probably why I was so snippy.
âCome on, you two never argue. Whatâs up?â Piper said.
I was miffed at Piper, too, come to think of it.
No, Piper. Iâm not living in a fantasy world by fake-dating Forrest. Itâs more than that to me.
Neither of us answered Piperâs question.
âJemma, I think your answer is good,â Piper said. âKate, we canât spend our whole year on one question.â
âI-Iâm sorry,â Kate said. âI got carried away, I guess.â
âI did the best I could, Kate,â I said. âThatâs all I ever do, you know that.â
I was worried I might cry, right there in the school basement, and admit everything to them both. But Piper put an arm around each of us and pulled us into a group hug.
âCâmon girlies, hug it out,â she said.
And we did.
Eighteen
We needed Bet, I decided. With her video camera and her inquisitive mind, I knew sheâd have some good ideas for how to locate and stop our stalker.
Thatâs right. I said stalker.
Again, I met Bet at Luckyâs. We rode our bikes there, as usual, but the December weather was turning colder. It wasnât so bad when you were walking, but the wind whipped my face as I pedaled uphill into downtown. Well, it was âdowntownâ in our small townâa few restaurants, a hardware store, a drug store, a fancy dress boutique, and a place that made homemade ice cream in summer and boarded its front in winter.
Bet and I arrived within minutes of each other, hung our jackets on hooks, and settled into our back booth, red-cheeked. Mugs of cinnamon tea steamed below our noses.
âThe bookmark banditâI love it!â Bet said. She pulled out her notebook and settled into note-taking position.
âI donât love it,â I said.
I told her about my hunch about library club members and about the succession of threats, including how whoever it was called us âcheap and trashy.â
âUgh. What does that even mean when you are in middle school? None of you guys are cheap or trashy,â Bet said.
âWell, thanks. I guess thatâs a compliment,â I said.
âI mean itâs not trashy to tell girls about basic stuff that will happen or already has happened to them,â Bet said.
âUh-huh,â I agreed.
âAnd this person is worried about boys seeing it? I really doubt boys are visiting the Pink Locker Society. I mean can you imagine Forrest surfing around on that girlie site? And even if he did, who cares?â
She was getting fired up now. This happened with Bet a lot. I laughed in a nervous way. Just the mention of Forrestâs name could set me off.
âForrest spends most of his time on his fantasy football Web site,â I said.
âExactly,â Bet said.
I liked that Forrest had named his
Sable Hunter, Jess Hunter