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year, when we still used to talk. It could be a prank. Something Blake roped Xander into. I knew what it was like to be Blake’s number one. Like you were special. Like she chose you.
    When she asked you to do something, you did it.
    If it was a prank, then maybe today was the first stage. It could be something elaborate, some way to embarrass me in front of everyone. And I needed to be prepared before I got my head slammed into another Dumpster.
    I stared at Hector for five minutes straight before I gave up. No matter how much I wanted—no, needed—to break in, I couldn’t spy on him like that. Sweat pricked my palms as I pulled up Twitter instead. At least I knew Xander had other motives, ones that probably involved his crew. At least I could be ready.
    I cracked open my bedroom window. It was a home football weekend and the sounds of the Notre Dame marching band filtered through the window with bleating trumpets and the rat-tat-tat of a snare drum. I logged in to Twitter. Nigit was picking Lindsay up at six, and I prayed he’d gotten rid of the life-sized cardboard cutout of Sephiroth he sometimes drove around with in the backseat.
    At 6:14, Lindsay tweeted.
@FashionBcomesMe: with Nigit at Spirit Trade, South Bend’s Premier Religious Memorabilia Shop #FirstDate
    Lindsay posted Twitpics of Oriental rugs covering the walls in swirly gold, maroon, and navy. A small Indian man stood behind a long counter. He stared into Lindsay’s camera with a bewildered look on his lined face. Nigit stood next to him, pointing to a glass case of jagged quartz stones and miniature statues.
@FashionBcomesMe: Nigit taught me in Hindu sacred texts Lakshmi has the object of uplifting mankind. Luv her even more.
    Nigit held a statue of a female figure with dark hair and flowing red robes. Lindsay captioned the photo: Lakshmi: Goddess of Abundance. Bringing back the layered look of 2005. Who wears it better? Lakshmi or Kate Hudson? Vote here www.fashionbecomesme.com
    I clicked on to Lindsay’s blog, where she’d uploaded side-by-side photos of Lakshmi and Kate Hudson wearing a flowing maroon skirt with a gold bandeau top. Within minutes, hundreds of Lindsay’s followers cast their vote. I wasn’t sure whether to be more surprised about the Hindu deity’s fashion coup or the fact that nearly a thousand of Lindsay’s readers were following her date with Nigit.
@FashionBcomesMe: So cute! Pic.twitter.com/ldwOwTOz
    Nigit held a stone Buddha in his arms with a whopping grin on his face. I’d never seen him smile like that. I switched over to FBM , where Lindsay posted a photo of her and Nigit making peace signs in front of a small waterfall (the kind you see in a dentist’s office that’s supposed to make you relax, but doesn’t, because you’re at the dentist ). The camera’s flash made Lindsay’s shimmery gold V-neck glow like she’d caught fire. Nigit’s forest-green button-down was too big for him in the shoulders but he looked nice, like he was trying.
    Beneath the photo, comments loaded onto the page faster than I could keep up with.
Jenny96: You two look so cute together!
StyleGuru: Zen waterfall is a spring/summer must-have accessory, right, Lindsay?
GiaGirl: Nigit’s hot. Need more pics.
@FashionBcomesMe: Have no idea where we’re off to now. Nigit’s surprising me!
    If Nigit was planning the rest of the date, things could turn. The last time he planned a night out for Mindy, Aidan, and me, we ended up at a low-rent version of Comic-Con, South Bend–style. We had to go home early because Mindy got trampled by a herd of boys dressed in Dissidia Final Fantasy costumes and sprained her wrist.
    “Audrey?”
    I nearly fell off my chair.
    “Are you all right?” my mom asked. Tiny crow’s-feet were scattered on the skin around her light eyes, like whiskers. My dad’s XXL Notre Dame football sweatshirt bunched over her arms.
    “I’m fine,” I said, fidgeting with the hole in my jeans. I hadn’t told her about the