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I caught on. Yeah, I’m a little slow before nine a.m. “Wait. Really?”
    â€œI’ve been scouring Facebook all week, focusing on people from the schools that were on the trip,” Britt explained. “I figured your mystery guy would turn up on somebody’s feed sooner or later. And I’m pretty sure I finally figured out who he might be!”
    â€œMight?” My mind was churning. I wasn’t sure what to think.
    She looked proud of herself. “I told you I’d be careful and not embarrass you, right? So instead of following up, I figured I’d let you check it out for yourself. I actually found him on that guy Tommo’s wall—turns out they go to the same school. Here, see for yourself. His name’s Riley.”
    â€œRiley,” I murmured, nodding. The name fit him. Riley.
    I took BBB and looked at her tiny screen. Britt had it open to her Facebook wall.
    â€œTommo reposted an entry from his wall,” Britt explained. “Riley’s, I mean. Trying to help spread the word, I guess.”
    â€œSpread the word?” I stared at her, suddenly suspicious. “Wait, you didn’t tell that Tommo guy about me or—”
    â€œNo, chill out! That’s not what I mean. Here.” She grabbed BBB back and scrolled down a bit.
    Then she handed the BlackBerry back to me, pointing. I gasped.
    â€œThat’s him!” I exclaimed when I saw the profile photo beside the entry she’d indicated.
    Pinging was happening all over theplace. The photo was miniscule, but that didn’t matter. I recognized him instantly. Riley. The guy from the planetarium.
    â€œRead what he wrote!” Britt was jigging and twitching like a monkey on speed.
    It was a challenge to tear my gaze away from that picture to look at the text beside it. I could hardly believe Britt had actually found him.
    â€œâ€˜Searching for a certain girl,’” I read aloud. “‘I met you in the planetarium during the class trip this week and can’t stop thinking about you. But I never got your name, your school, or even a good look at you …’”
    There was more, but I had to stop for a second to process this. I stared at Britt, blinking rapidly.
    â€œWait,” I said. “He’s talking about
me
, right?”
    â€œRight!” She started jumping up and down in earnest now. Unable to control her glee, she flung her arms around me and we both started dancing around right there in the crowded school hallway. Missy McManus, the most annoying teacher’s pet in the entire school, gave us a disapproving look as she swished past. Chaz Markuspaused just long enough to whistle and call out something crude about Britt’s anatomy. Everyone else ignored us. The entire school is pretty much used to Britt’s exuberance.
    My heart was pounding and my throat was dry. I felt excited, nervous, and weirded out all at the same time. This was big. Huge, in fact. I wasn’t sure I was ready to handle it.
    Finally we stopped dancing. Then I read the rest of the entry:
    Searching for a certain girl: I met you in the planetarium during the class trip this week and can’t stop thinking about you. But I never got your name, your school, or even a good look at you. You fell into my arms and told me that we’ve got to stop meeting like this, but I can’t stop thinking about how we met. I keep humming the song I wrote about you, and it’s driving my friends crazy. So if you’re The One, and you want to talk about the Beast and have some of your favorite squid for breakfast, please get in touch … and maybe we can stop meeting like that, and meet for real.
    â€œWow,” I said, stunned. “He wrote asong. About meeting me.”
    â€œIsn’t that super amazingly awesome and cool?” Britt exclaimed, clutching my arm so hard it hurt. “This has got to be the most romantic thing that’s ever happened in real