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proceeded to tell the driving instructor off until he noticed the guy taking down the license plate number and ran off, abandoning Izzy's car in a parking lot like a coward. In the end, Shawn never showed up, the car was impounded before Isabelle ever got to see it, the police had come to the party to inform Isabelle's parents, and Izzy had ended the night in tears.
"I still can't believe she forgave him for that," Lane said, her heart heavy.
"Y eah, well, it was an 'accident'!" Vivi said facetiously, throwing in some air quotes. "All he had to do was make himself the victim and, presto, instant forgiveness."
Lane looked down at her hands. As insane as Vivi's plan was, it was preferable to seeing Isabelle that heartbroken all over again.
Lane sighed and looked at Vivi. "Okay, now let's just say I said yes--was
"Y es!" Vivi cheered, slapping her hands together.
"I haven't said it yet!" Lane blurted, avoiding Vivi's eyes and looking out the windshield. "But say that I did. Where are we going to find some perfect hottie to be Brandon?"
Vivi smiled slowly and Lane's heart sank. She should have known the girl would have an answer for everything.
"Where do all the most perfect boys in the tri-state area go to school?"
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Lane, suddenly, found herself smiling as well. Vivi was brilliant.
"Saint Paul's Prep."
***
Vivi slammed open her bedroom door. Marshall was so startled, he jumped up from her computer and knocked over her chair.
"Omigod! Are you still talking to her?" Vivi demanded, walking across to the computer screen. Marshall reached for the mouse to try to close the window, but Vivi was too fast. She snatched it away, and he backed up a few steps. Sure enough, there was an IM window open, and Isabelle was typing a response. "Y are unbelievable!" Vivi shouted at Marshall. "Y can't write to her when I'm not here!"
ou ou
Marshall's mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled for words. "How did you--?was
"We were at her house when a message from Brandon suddenly popped up," Vivi said, pulling her Rutgers sweatshirt off over her head as she tugged down on the black T-shirt underneath. "I was so surprised, I almost freaked out and gave the whole thing away."
Marshall shoved his hands into his armpits. "Did you ... uh ... see what we were writing?"
"That is not the point! I'm supposed to see what you're writing," Vivi blurted. She crouched down to set her chair up again. "Y cannot write to her
ou without me here!"
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"Why not?" Marshall asked.
"Because! What if you ... I don't know... said something that contradicted what we made up?" Vivi asked, yanking her ponytail out and then smoothing her hair back to retie it.
Marshall followed her with his eyes as she paced across the room, his expression doubtful. "It's not that much, and it's all on his page," he said. "I think I can figure it out."
"Don't you have anything better to do than talk to my best friend as a fictional character?" Vivi asked, whirling on him. Then she thought about it for half a second. "Never mind--I know the answer."
"Y ou're the one who asked for my help with this thing," Marshall said, indignant. He grabbed his soda can from her desk and headed for the door. "If you don't like the way I do it, then maybe I'll just not do it anymore."
"No!" Vivi blurted, panicking. "Y can't quit now."
ou
Marshall paused and looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Why not?"
"Well, we don't want her to think you've lost interest," Vivi said, cursing herself for having to plead with Marshall. "Y have to keep it up--at least until
ou we find somebody to play Brandon."
"Play Brandon?" Marshall asked, suddenly looking a little pale.
"Y eah. We're gonna hire someone to pretend he's him and take Isabelle to the prom," Vivi explained quickly, grabbing a brush from her dresser and pulling it quickly through her hair. "Y know, so she doesn't go with Sluttig."
ou
Marshall's jaw dropped, and he walked over to Vivi's
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"I still can't believe she forgave him for that," Lane said, her heart heavy.
"Y eah, well, it was an 'accident'!" Vivi said facetiously, throwing in some air quotes. "All he had to do was make himself the victim and, presto, instant forgiveness."
Lane looked down at her hands. As insane as Vivi's plan was, it was preferable to seeing Isabelle that heartbroken all over again.
Lane sighed and looked at Vivi. "Okay, now let's just say I said yes--was
"Y es!" Vivi cheered, slapping her hands together.
"I haven't said it yet!" Lane blurted, avoiding Vivi's eyes and looking out the windshield. "But say that I did. Where are we going to find some perfect hottie to be Brandon?"
Vivi smiled slowly and Lane's heart sank. She should have known the girl would have an answer for everything.
"Where do all the most perfect boys in the tri-state area go to school?"
71
Lane, suddenly, found herself smiling as well. Vivi was brilliant.
"Saint Paul's Prep."
***
Vivi slammed open her bedroom door. Marshall was so startled, he jumped up from her computer and knocked over her chair.
"Omigod! Are you still talking to her?" Vivi demanded, walking across to the computer screen. Marshall reached for the mouse to try to close the window, but Vivi was too fast. She snatched it away, and he backed up a few steps. Sure enough, there was an IM window open, and Isabelle was typing a response. "Y are unbelievable!" Vivi shouted at Marshall. "Y can't write to her when I'm not here!"
ou ou
Marshall's mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled for words. "How did you--?was
"We were at her house when a message from Brandon suddenly popped up," Vivi said, pulling her Rutgers sweatshirt off over her head as she tugged down on the black T-shirt underneath. "I was so surprised, I almost freaked out and gave the whole thing away."
Marshall shoved his hands into his armpits. "Did you ... uh ... see what we were writing?"
"That is not the point! I'm supposed to see what you're writing," Vivi blurted. She crouched down to set her chair up again. "Y cannot write to her
ou without me here!"
72
"Why not?" Marshall asked.
"Because! What if you ... I don't know... said something that contradicted what we made up?" Vivi asked, yanking her ponytail out and then smoothing her hair back to retie it.
Marshall followed her with his eyes as she paced across the room, his expression doubtful. "It's not that much, and it's all on his page," he said. "I think I can figure it out."
"Don't you have anything better to do than talk to my best friend as a fictional character?" Vivi asked, whirling on him. Then she thought about it for half a second. "Never mind--I know the answer."
"Y ou're the one who asked for my help with this thing," Marshall said, indignant. He grabbed his soda can from her desk and headed for the door. "If you don't like the way I do it, then maybe I'll just not do it anymore."
"No!" Vivi blurted, panicking. "Y can't quit now."
ou
Marshall paused and looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Why not?"
"Well, we don't want her to think you've lost interest," Vivi said, cursing herself for having to plead with Marshall. "Y have to keep it up--at least until
ou we find somebody to play Brandon."
"Play Brandon?" Marshall asked, suddenly looking a little pale.
"Y eah. We're gonna hire someone to pretend he's him and take Isabelle to the prom," Vivi explained quickly, grabbing a brush from her dresser and pulling it quickly through her hair. "Y know, so she doesn't go with Sluttig."
ou
Marshall's jaw dropped, and he walked over to Vivi's
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