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I’d planned it to.
    Like everyone else, I was obsessed with the Web site.
    â€œDayum,” one girl said, her voice squealing as she drew out the m. “Did you peep the new guys’ profiles?”
    There was some muffled laughter. “Hella fine.”
    I wasn’t really listening, but I could still hear most of their hushed words. Knew exactly what they were talking about.
    â€œI’ma get me some of that one boy.”
    â€œWho?”
    Yeah, who? I wondered, adjusting my hoodie so I could angle my eyes toward Chelsea and Brie, the two girls talking, though I wasn’t sure which of them had commented on wanting one of the Creekside hotties.
    But right as I looked over, Brie glanced my way and caught my eye. And smiled, kind of faulty, but whatever. I’ve known Brie since second grade when we ended up in the same class. Chelsea moved here a couple years back, from L. A., and brought some Southern Cali snob attitude with her, up here near The Bay.
    Though we were cool, we weren’t exactly friends, either, as we never hung at the same places, and I know these chicks wouldn’t have given a damn about me if it weren’t for my Web site.
    Brie broke eye contact first, glancing to Chelsea and whispering something. A few seconds later, they were gathering their stuff and grabbing their backpacks to move over to the table where I was sitting.
    â€œHey girl, that shit you hooked up is hella clean,” Brie said, sliding into the plastic chair next to mine.
    Chelsea snapped her fingers before jabbing her hands to her popped-out hip. “Off the heezy.”
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œYou know all those dudes?”
    I shook my head. “The Creekside guys?” After they both nodded, I went on. “Nah, only some of ’em. They’re mostly Kayla’s peeps.”
    â€œFo sheedo?” Chelsea mumbled.
    There was some sarcasm in her tone and I straight wanted to call her on it, but decided it best to let it go. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at her for sec, until the beotch backed down and plopped her ass into another chair.
    For real? Like I was holding some info back. Totally wasn’t feeling her attitude. If I’d known all those fellas the way I wanted to know one, they’d never even be asking. I’d have found another way to be with my boo.
    â€œYou know some, though, right?” Brie must have been the one who’d been wanting to get her some of. She was crazy insistent.
    â€œI guess.”
    â€œThere’s a new guy. You know ’im?”
    Shrugging, I thought over the guys who’d added last night. I’d gotten up late this morning, sleeping through my alarm until Gram had finally come in and shook my ass awake. That happens sometimes when I stay up till the A. M. s texting and marinatin’. And oversleeping had cost me a quick check of the site this morning.
    GettinHooked.com now had more than two hundred users and profiles. And more adding all the damn time. No way was I going to know what boy she was talking ’bout.
    â€œHow new?” I asked, because at least that’d help narrow it down.
    â€œThis morning.”
    Fricking figures.
    Chelsea smacked Brie’s upper arm. “He is fiiinnne! My girl wants him bad.”
    We all laughed, attracting glances from other students in the library. Brie did seem a little desperate. He must be hexa sexi. Pulling my cell from my pocket right quick, I glanced at the time just to see how much longer until I could blow this joint and get online. Check out who they were talking about for myself.
    About twenty minutes. “I haven’t looked at the new profiles yet. What’s his name?”
    â€œMaurice something. I can’t remember brotha’s last name.”
    A loud pounding started behind my ears and it took me a minute to figure out that it was my pulse bumping like bass drums. Maurice. My Maurice. Doing everything I could to look like I was chill, I struggled