Sugar and Spice. Lauren Conrad

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СКАЧАТЬ she had nothing but contempt for a profession that made money from making women (and men) believe that surgically altering their appearance would bring them happiness.

      “Actually, I want to specialize in reconstructive work for burn victims, accident victims,” Naveen explained. “Also babies who are born with cleft palates and other disfiguring birth defects. It’s kind of amazing what you can do for them nowadays. I mean, plastics is about more than double Ds and tummy tucks.”

      “Oh.” Well, shut me up, Scarlett thought.

      Naveen grinned at her, then turned to Jane. “Listen, thanks for the invite to the season premiere party. I’m sorry I had to miss it. Heard it was really cool.”

      “No worries. Next time,” Jane promised.

      A commotion at a nearby table caught Scarlett’s attention. She glanced up and saw half a dozen girls craning their necks to stare at her and Jane. They were whispering excitedly to one another—That’s Jane Roberts, right? And Scarlett Harp? Ohmigod!—and pulling cell phones out of their purses.

      This ignited a chain reaction in the room, and suddenly, more people were staring and whispering and snapping pictures.

      “Wow, that’s so weird,” Caleb said, peering around. “Does this always happen to you two when you go out?”

      “Not always. It happens a lot, though,” Jane admitted.

      “So what’s it like? Being famous, I mean. Is it fun? Crazy? Stressful?” Naveen asked.

      “All of the above,” Scarlett replied.

      Jane nodded in agreement. “It’s important not to take the whole Hollywood thing too seriously, though. Like, if either of us starts playing celebrity name-drop during dinner, just slap us, okay?”

      “Except now we get to play celebrity name-drop. Like at the gym tomorrow. ‘Hey, losers, Naveen and I had dinner with Jane Roberts and Scarlett Harp last night,’” Caleb bantered.

      “You wouldn’t!” Jane exclaimed.

      Caleb reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I wouldn’t,” he said sincerely. “You know me, Janie. I’m your biggest fan, and I’ll always be your biggest fan. Not because you’re a star, but because you’re Janie Roberts from Santa Barbara who saves stray animals and likes to eat Cheerios out of an Elmo bowl.”

      Jane blushed. Scarlett frowned. Did Caleb have to be so … cute?

      The waitress came by and took their orders. After she left, Jane asked Caleb about his volunteer gig with Habitat Builders (he was on a leave of absence from Yale so he could “experience life”), and he told some stories about a house he was helping build for a family in need in Glendale. Naveen added some stories of his own: about his parents back in Santa Barbara, his part-time job at Mattel Children’s Hospital, and his classes at UCLA. Caleb and Naveen both made jokes about sharing Naveen’s pint-size apartment in Westwood.

      Scarlett noticed that Jane’s eyes seemed especially bright as she gazed at Caleb and laughed at something he said. This was not good. Her BFF was sort of flirting with Caleb … and Caleb was definitely flirting with her. And flirtation could lead to … well, more.

      Although, Scarlett had to admit that Caleb did appear to have changed, at least on the surface. He had an air about him: more grown-up, more together, more focused. Hmm. Could this be a new-and-improved Caleb Hunt?

      What about Naveen? He seemed pretty grown-up, too, with his aspiration to help burn victims and children and all that. And he also seemed to be flirting—not with Jane but with Scarlett. He kept teasing her in a cute, funny way about being on TV (it was obvious that he, like Caleb, was not a fame chaser) … and making little paper airplanes out of cocktail napkins and flinging them at her … and looking at her with his intense, really nice (she had to admit), dark brown eyes and then looking away. Had he not heard her mention Liam’s name, like, fifty times during the course of their conversation?

      “So, yeah, my boyfriend, Liam, went to UCLA, too,” Scarlett said, louder than was probably necessary. She pulled apart one of Naveen’s paper airplanes and smoothed it out on the table. “He majored in cinematography.”

      “UCLA’s awesome for that,” Naveen said. “Does he work in the business?”

      “He’s kind of between gigs right now,” Scarlett replied.

      “Ohmigod, you guuuuysss!”

      Scarlett looked up and saw Gaby walking up to their table, teetering slightly on her red satin heels. On her arm was some guy—late twenties?—with no hair on top, way too much hair everywhere else, and a saber-toothed tiger tatt on his right bicep. Not attractive.

      “Hey, Gaby! What are you doing here?” Scarlett stood up and gave her a big hug.

      “Saul and I—” Gaby began.

      “Skull,” the guy corrected her.

      “Skull and I had a drink at the bar, and now we’re heading over to Industry,” Gaby explained.

      Jane gave Gaby a hug, too, and introduced Caleb and Naveen, whom she jokingly referred to as “Dr. Naveen.” Gaby eyed both boys appreciatively, then turned to Scarlett. “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t tell Liam about your date with Dr. Hottie,” she pretended to whisper, although everyone at the table heard.

      Scarlett gaped at her. “Gaby!”

      “Seriously. Your secret’s safe with me. We girls have to stick together, right? Come on, Scott!” Gaby said, tugging on Skull’s arm. “I think I need another Cosmo.”

      “Whatever,” Skull said, sounding bored.

      After they took off, Scarlett dug into her salad, concentrating hard on spearing each lettuce leaf precisely with her fork, trying not to let Naveen or anyone else see how embarrassed she felt. But Naveen was completely cool about the Gaby incident, leaning across the table with an amused smile and saying, “Don’t stress. It’s easy to misinterpret stuff when you’ve had as many Cosmos as she’s probably had.”

      “Yeah, Gaby does like her Cosmos,” Jane piped up quickly.

      Then Caleb brought up a funny anecdote about him and Jane and Scarlett cutting class to go to Hendry’s Beach and getting caught by the principal, who was also playing hookie there. (Scarlett tried to erase the image of Hendry’s Beach from her mind … and the image of her and Naveen making out on a blanket, near a bonfire, with a full moon overhead.) For the rest of the evening, Scarlett managed to relax and enjoy herself. And it really was no biggie, four old friends from high school, hanging out on a Friday night and having a meal and catching up. Besides, she planned on telling Liam every single detail about the evening as soon as she got home.

      Well … maybe not every single detail.

       7 NOT JUST A FRIEND

      “So I got an email from Aja’s assistant this morning, and Aja really likes the idea of having her engagement party at the Venetian,” Jane said. “The question СКАЧАТЬ