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so, so gorgeous. Likea movie star! It took my breath away. I wondered if there was a way I could pull a
     copy off Jeff’s page and make this photo my desktop background!
    â€œWow! Lookin’ good!”
    I jumped ten feet in the air. “Allie! You scared me!” I
     hadn’t heard her coming this time.
    â€œSorry!” she said, laughing.
    â€œThere’s such a thing as privacy, you know!”
    â€œNot on Buddybook, there’s not!” Allie laughed again.
     “Welcome to the dark side, little Miss ‘I’m Never Joining That
     Time-Waster Site’! Does Mom know you joined?”
    â€œNo. Do I need her permission?” I said. I was offended by
     her condescending tone.
    Allie shrugged. “I did.”
    â€œOh whatever,” I said. “I might not even stay a
     member. I just wanted to see these photos.”
    Suddenly my in-box pinged. “Finally! Welcome aboard!” the
     message read. It was from Hailey, of course.
    Allie laughed. “You’re going to be addicted in no
     time,” she said. “It happens to everyone. Even the best of us.”
    Humph. Not me. I can shut it off anytime.
     “It’s so not up my alley,” I said, clicking the window shut.
    â€œRight,” said Allie.
    â€œWhy do you keep popping in here anyway and invading my
     privacy?”
    â€œOh. Could I please have some paper clips?”
    I groaned and doled some out. “You should have come to Staples
     with me and Mom when she asked you to last week.”
    â€œI was busy.” Allie shrugged. “Anyway, I knew
     you’d get plenty. Mom too. Thanks!”
    As soon as she left, I was back on Buddybook, looking for more photos of
     Michael. Before I knew it, an entire hour had passed. If Mom ever heard about this,
     she’d install something to send me into lockdown forever! I quickly disabled my
     account and quit out every aspect of Buddybook. I knew I’d been right before! It
     wasn’t for me. I need to stick to facts and useful uses of my time.
    Well, now that I knew how addictive yet boring Buddybook was, I could
     make an accurate argument against it. Just like in journalism: present the facts,let people draw their own opinions.
    The only good thing to come out of all this computer time was that I now
     knew I needed to rearrange my room so I that my back wasn’t facing the door when I
     was at my desk. I was tired of people sneaking up on me and I was tired of having my
     privacy invaded.
    I disabled my Internet again and got started on the Supreme Court case I
     had to argue next week in front of my humanities class, whatever that was.

Chapter 5
    MARTONE THROWS IN
     THE TOWEL
    I kept sneaking peeks at Michael Lawrence the next morning in
     homeroom. I couldn’t believe the photo I’d seen of him the night before. He
     was just so gorgeous. Finally, he caught me staring.
    â€œWhat?” he asked.
    I was embarrassed. “Oh, um. Nothing. Just . . . did you get any
     good quotes yet for the article?”
    â€œSam Martone, ace reporter. Are you always working?” asked
     Michael.
    I shrugged. “Aren’t you?” Always good to answer a
     question with a question, I say.
    â€œExcept when I’m on Buddybook,” he said with a grin.
     Then he turned his back on me because our teacher was taking attendance.
    What?! My face flamed. Did he know I’d joined?
     Oh my gosh, did he know I had been looking at pictures of him? What if Jeff Perry could
     tell I’d viewed his photos and told Michael? What if they could tell how long
     I’d lingered over that one hottie photo of Michael? Oh my gosh. I hated Buddybook
     now more than ever! It was a total invasion of privacy! It was worse than Allie!
    I turned to my right and glared at Hailey. She looked back at me
     innocently. “What?” she mouthed. I sighed loudly and shook my head.
     She’d gotten me into this whole thing, but it