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forgotten.
    Feeling like she was going to vomit, Kelly excused herself before answering and hurried to the bathroom. Finding it empty, she allowed a few tears to slide down her face. She swiped them away angrily and faced herself in the long mirror on the wall.
    Maybe she was making more of this than she needed to. Was it such a big deal that she and Will wouldn’t hang out on Valentine’s Day? She’d been trying to have a serious relationship with him for months now. It wasn’t time to give up yet. Maybe Brittany, for all her physical attributes, was a huge bitch, and after hanging out with her, Will would dump her.
    With renewed determination, Kelly left the bathroom and headed into the main part of the gallery, except it was quieter now, and looking around, she saw fewer people. She scanned the faces, searching for Will. When she didn’t see him, she made a circle around the gallery and still didn’t find him.
    She went up to the first person she saw—a guy with thick, black-framed glasses—and said, “Excuse me?” He turned. “Do you know Will Daniels?”
    â€œUh, yeah, I know of him,” the guy said.
    â€œHave you seen him?”
    â€œYeah.” He pointed toward the front door. “He just left, not even five minutes ago.”
    â€œYou’re sure?”
    â€œYup.” He turned back to the wall of photographs.
    â€œThanks,” she muttered and hurried outside. She’d seen Will’s car parked across the street when she came into the gallery, but looking over there now, she saw an empty parking spot where his black BMW should have been.
    She pulled her cell from her bag and dialed his number. It rang and rang and then finally someone picked up.
    â€œWill?” she said.
    â€œUh…no, this is Ben.”
    Kelly frowned. She dialed Will’s twin brother’s phone?
    â€œWill left his cell at home,” Ben explained. “Is there a message I can forget to tell him? ‘Cause I really love forgetting his messages and watching him blow up when I remember to tell him days after. His face gets all red and—”
    Kelly gave a half-laugh and interrupted Ben. “No, it’s all right. Thanks anyway.”
    â€œâ€˜K. Later.”
    Kelly hung up and slipped her cell back in her purse. Will had left her at the gallery. And he didn’t even say good-bye. How could he do that?
    Then tears came for real. She wiped them with her hands and saw mascara come away. Great, now she was crying and looked like hell.
    Two hours ago, she’d been excited and hopeful that she and Will would be boyfriend and girlfriend after Valentine’s Day. Now everything felt wrong. Will had broken up with her, and the worst part was that they weren’t even really together in the first place.
    Time for some Chunky Monkey, aka “Woe Is Me” ice cream. Ben & Jerry should rename it. It’d sell like crazy.

FOUR
    Alexia Bass dipped a tortilla chip in mild salsa as Best Week Ever played on the TV. Christian Finnigan was her favorite commentator: 1) he was cute and 2) he was funny. Both were great qualities for a guy to possess.
    At the next commercial break, she got off the couch to grab more tortilla chips but stopped when she heard her cell phone playing Beethoven’s “Für Elise” in the den.
    â€œOhh!” she shouted to the empty house and ran in to grab her cell, hoping voice mail didn’t pick up before she got there. How long had it been since her cell rang on a Friday night? She couldn’t remember. That translated to A Really Long Time.
    â€œHello?”
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Kelly asked.
    Alexia smiled, hearing her friend’s voice. “Watching Best Week Ever .”
    â€œCan I come over? With my Chunky Monkey?”
    Alexia walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Chunky Monkey usually means you’re upset. What’s wrong?” There was an