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Chapter One

HappinessIsHacking

I CHUCKLE toGrace’s Twitter feed for twenty-four hours now, ever since I sent that tweet, but she’s gone silent Black, they call it Dead

I laugh again

“What’re you s about?”

I sit up and peek over the back of the couch Felicity’s back is to ,” I tell her

“Of course she is, you just embarrassed the fk out of her—”

“Felicity, language, please”

“—in front of her entire community of online friends What’d you think would happen?”

I stare athow tall she sees I hate it “Your skirt is too short I hope you’re not going to wear that out of the house”

She glares at hn, relax I told you, I’et better at a sport this year so I can be all jocky and shit” She finally grabs a sparkling water and slah

“‘Jocky and shit?’ First of all, language Second—” I have to stop here and think about irls are sensitive to any criticism, and while I do not think what I’m about to say is a criticism—it’s the whole reason weway “I love the non-jocky version of you So whatever jock you’re trying to gain attention from does not deserve you if he can’t appreciate your nerdy side”

I smile That was perfect

She comes into the family room and plops down on the overstuffed chair across from me with a whoosh of cushions The bottle cap snaps as she opens it and the fizz bubbles into the air “I hate you”

“What?”

“I love the nerdy you,” she says in a fake voice “Of course you do You’re seeing me in a non-sexual way—”

“Oh, Jesus, Felicity, please—”

“—but I’et laid by a hot dude, OK?”