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“And if she tries messaging again, what do you want me to do?”

“Just ignore her.” I stood and shut my locker. “She’ll get over Tyler and find someone else in no time.”

And maybe it was time for me to really try to move on, too.

23

Emerson

My datewith Andy ended up being a bust.

As were my dates with Trever, Milo, Gavin, Robert, Julio, Evan, Ross, and Doug over the next month.

And you know what was even more of a bust?

Tyler.

The guy I had felt so connected to before the dumb doll showed up on my porch and led me to staying the night at Vincent’s house…well, he seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth because I hadn’t heard a single word from him.

I had been tempted to ask him if I really did need to come and save him with my cape and superhero powers, but after three messages had gone unanswered, I gave up.

I tried dating the other guys who actually responded to me. But sadly, none of those had wowed me in person as much as Tyler had through the phone.

“You sure you aren’t trying to find Vincent 2.0?” Ivy asked me one evening after I’d finished lamenting over the fact that it was the night of Kira and Derek’s rehearsal dinner and I still didn’t have a date.

“Vincent 2.0?” I held my mascara wand in the air. “What do you mean by that?”

We were FaceTiming so I could have company as I got ready. If I was going to survive this weekend without a date to protect me from all the gossip I was expecting, I needed to at least look fabulous.

The line was silent for a second before she spoke in a cautious tone, saying, “Are you sure none of these guys can measure up because you have a very specific measuring stick? One that is nearly identical to Vincent?”

My jaw dropped and I looked at her face framed by her dark hair. “What makes you say that?”

I heard her sigh through my iPad. “How about I give you a rundown of what you’ve said about each of the guys you’ve been on dates with recently, and then maybe you can decide if my question is off-base.”

“Okay.” I put my mascara wand back in the tube and then set my hands on my hips like I was preparing for a brawl. “Go ahead and try to prove your point.”

Because Isowas not comparing every guy to Vincent. I didn’t want Vincent.

I wanted theoppositeof Vincent.

Mostly…

Ivy turned her back to the camera for a moment, like she was grabbing something off the end table beside her.

“Did you take notes?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she said before a rustling sound came through the earpiece. When she turned back to me, the top of a piece of lined paper was visible through the screen.

Should that surprise me?

Probably not.

Ivyhadrun a gossip blog for years. Of course she’d keep detailed notes about my failing dating life.

“Okay,” she said. “This is what you’ve told me so far.”

I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.

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