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slowly, trying to calm herself down.
    Toward the front of the screening room, all of her friends were together, obviously having a blast, while Jenny felt lonelier
     by the second. Tinsley and Brett were whispering in each other’s ears. Alison Quentin looked half-nervous and half-thrilled
     to be sitting so close to that mysterious hottie Parker DuBois. Even Kara Whalen was laughing with Ryan Reynolds—whenshe wasn’t giving him skeptical looks. Meanwhile, Jenny was essentially in movie theater Siberia. At least she had a giant
     bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and two cupcakes that she’d liberated from the dining hall. Unfortunately, she also had the sudden,
     self-pitying urge to eat all of it by herself. So much for a romantic night. Her date for the evening was officially vanilla
     buttercream frosting.
    Jenny sighed and stretched out her diminutive legs. She wore a red wool miniskirt over black tights and her flat black Steve
     Madden fold-over boots. She’d paired it with a black-and-tan plaid Nanette Lepore jacket she’d found marked down to almost
     nothing in a bargain bin at Bloomingdale’s and an embellished white tank from Anthropologie. To top it all off, she’d let
     her curls spill in wild abandon down her back and had carefully applied just a hint of Callie’s Chanel Black Jade eyeliner
     around her brown eyes. What a waste of a cute outfit. She might as well have worn her pajamas. Which, she decided, she was
     going to do, stat. She’d go home and have herself a little pity party with her snacks and her sudden bad mood. She sat up,
     ready to make her escape.
    “Is this seat taken?”
    Julian McCafferty appeared before her, tall and shaggy-haired and wearing that cute smile she’d fallen for all those months
     ago. For a moment, Jenny had a sudden, perfect memory of Julian’s soft lips pressed against hers out at Miller Farm back in
     the fall. She could feel the cool night air teasing her skin and that giddy, catapulting sensation in the pit of her stomach,
     that sense that everything was about to change. Butjust as quickly she remembered everything that had happened since then: how Julian had lied to her—well, failed to mention
     the fact that he’d been with Tinsley. She’d been so hurt when she’d found out, she couldn’t look at him the same way.
    But Jenny was with Isaac now, so maybe things had worked out the way they were supposed to. She didn’t harbor any bad feelings
     toward Julian anymore. Which was just as well, since he was, supposedly, her Perfect Match.
    “It’s all yours,” she said, waving at the seat next to her. She was glad to have the company. “Please.”
    Julian sank down into the seat and stretched out his long legs. He wore dark wash True Religion jeans with shredded holes
     at the knees. Knowing Julian, the holes were probably not for fashion but from wear. He unzipped his Everlast hoodie to reveal
     a faded Thelonious Monk T-shirt. He smiled at her, his easy, teasing smile that revealed the dimple in his cheek. Jenny relaxed
     against the back of her seat.
    “How’s it going, Match?” he asked. Jenny couldn’t help sitting up a little bit straighter.
    “I had no idea you were so into Britney Spears, my top musical influence,” she teased. “That must be how they matched us up.”
    “She’s a personal passion of mine,” Julian replied at once, completely deadpan. “I loved the insouciance of her ‘Oops!… I
     Did It Again’ period but have been very much impressed with her recent resurrection with the ‘If You Seek Amy’ phase.”
    “Plus she still looks pretty hot in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit,” Jenny said, giggling.
    “Yeah, that too.” Julian settled back in his seat and put hisbattered black Converse sneakers up on the seat in front of him. Down in front, faculty members waved lingering Owls toward
     the seats that remained, and the overhead lights flickered in warning. “So I hear the Three-Legged Race is the favorite Valentine’s