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    “Oh, sorry.” Kara grabbed the computer and stared. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he? I mean, look at him. I hate to say it, but he’s even cuter than Jonathon. That blond hair. All those muscles. And he must be, what, six foot three at least?”
    Addy groaned. “Yes, he’s cute. You really needed to wake me up at six thirty to tell me that?”
    “No. I’m talking to you about the show. I just got sidetracked.”
    Addy rubbed her eyes. “Your point?”
    “People started blogging as soon as the show ended. The Book of Love was the hottest show on television last night. Over fifteen million people watched. Fifteen million. Do you have any idea how huge that is? Of course you don’t. Let me just tell you, it’s major . No show has those kinds of numbers on the first night. Most shows are happy to have half that. A third is great. And get this, they loved it. Loved it. All the major websites have our pictures front and center. I have fifteen hundred friend requests on Facebook.”
    Addy yawned. Why couldn’t she have been given a roommate who was mute? And comatose. But without all the machines making beeping noises.
    “Addy. Did you hear me? Snap out of it. We’re famous!”
    “I heard you. People in Kentucky heard you. And, again, I don’t want to be famous . I want to be asleep.”
    “Too bad,” Kara chirped, grabbing her laptop and setting it on Addy’s bed. “Because you , my reluctant celebrity, are the sound bite from last night’s show.”
    “What?”
    Kara tapped her computer and Addy heard herself talking to Jonathon through the tinny speakers. “Hello, Jonathon. My name is Addy Davidson. I have no desire to be part of this ‘competition,’ and I suggest my name be the very first you take off the list . ”
    She lay back down and threw the blanket over her head. “No, no, no, no, no . . .”
    Laughing, Kara ripped off the blanket. “Addy, this is everywhere. People love you. Or hate you. But who cares! They know your name. Look, I just Googled Addy Davidson and there are 85,641 hits. Listen to this: ‘Addy Davidson might just be the smartest eleventh grader in the country. While the other girls were prepared with flowery words and blinding smiles, Addy hit below the belt. Jonathon Jackson might have been shocked, but America is in love.’”
    Oh, God . Please let me still be sleeping. Let this just be the world’s worst nightmare .
    “Addy. Say something.”
    “I think I’ve said enough. This is crazy. Why me? I don’t want this. I want to go home and fill out college applications and read books.”
    Addy shut Kara’s computer, walked to their tiny bathroom, and slammed the door behind her. She turned to the mirror and examined herself. Her hair was all over the place—completed by a huge bump around the center of her head where her hair had been in a ponytail the day before. Her eyes were puffy and her face had lines from her pillowcase imprinted on it. Not the prettiest sight to see.
    And now that face and hair were being broadcast all over the Internet. People were logging on to see her and comment about her and criticize her.
    Addy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Why was this happening to her? Why couldn’t Kara be the “sound bite”? She would have loved it.
    The rest of the morning went by in a torturous blur. Hank called to demand that Addy make an appearance so the press could get a shot of her. She walked into The Mansion with a bodyguard to protect her from the hundreds of cameras, newspeople, and screaming teenage girls who either thought she was their hero or cursed her for being such a jerk to “Jahhhhnathuhn.”
    After lunch—an orchestrated event at The Mansion with twenty-five girls who tried desperately to make the cameras look at them—Hank called Addy in for a private meeting.
    Without cameras around, Addy knew Hank would not be in “cool older brother” mode.
    Pacing in the spacious sitting room, Hank raked his hand through his