"Thanks," Trevor says nonchalantly. "I've got some calls to make." He winks at me as he passes and Sky and I stare as he saunters off in his dark denim Levis and a gray Strokes concert tee. He runs a hand through his blond hair before letting his muscular arms swing as he walks.

I've been secretly coaching Trev on how to get Sky to fall all over him, and it appears to be working. The first time the two got together, Trev was Sky's plaything. Now that Sky's interested in him again, Trev is making it look like he's not that into her, which is driving Sky nuts. It's a lot of fun to watch.

"I don't get it." Sky is flabbergasted. "I'm wearing his favorite perfume and a push-up bra. How could he run off like that, K? I thought he'd at least offer to get me a latte from crafty."

I try not to laugh. "I wouldn't be offended. He said he had to make some calls."

"You're right." Sky doesn't look convinced. "Do you think it would be weird if I brought him a latte instead?"

She looks at me for approval and I nearly fall over. "I think he'd really like that." Sky strides off to craft services with a goofy grin on her face.

I head to my dressing room, keeping my eyes peeled for Nadine. I can't handle another work/life/Kaitlin's-well being speech today. She's turning into Dr. Phil. Thankfully my dressing room is empty. The reporter calls on time and my phoner is done in fifteen minutes. I look at my Princess Leia watch. Liz should be on her way to kickboxing, so I might be able to reach her on her cell before class. Liz is the only one I can talk to about all these feelings I've been having. We haven't talked all week, which is unlike us. Liz never called me after the Cinch party to make plans, and I've only talked to her once since then. Today she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey, Kates," Liz says, sounding distracted.

"Hey, stranger," I joke. "Did you lose my number?"

She doesn't laugh. "I'm sorry. I've been so busy."

That's it? She's been busy? That's no excuse for not calling your best friend. We usually talk every day! "So have I." I'm a tad defensive. "But I've really missed you so now I'm stalking you."

This time she laughs a little. "I'm sorry," Liz says, sounding more like her old self. "I'm tired. You have no idea how much work I have. This NYU summer program application is taking so much out of me."

I have no idea what she's talking about. "What summer program?"

"It's a summer workshop for high school students interested in the arts," Liz tells me. "Mikayla thinks I'm a shoo-in if I do a killer application video. Thank God for her. I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't helping me with this."

So Liz is going away for the summer and she didn't think it was important to tell me? "That's great." I try hard to be supportive.