The stuff they’re drinking downstairs is cheap shit—Romanoff or something—but a bottle of Grey Goose is sitting on Isabel’s desk with a Post-it next to it, a smiling face drawn in Sharpie. Kiley dumps her cup in the sink of the en suite bathroom; as Bea and Lulu walk into the room, she returns with it empty, and fills it back up. She grimaces when she takes a sip of straight vodka. “Ugh,” she says. “Blech.”

Lulu gives Bea her cup to deal with and wanders around, pretending to be casual. It’s easy to find what she’s looking for, though: A stack of Lowell yearbooks is crammed onto the bottom shelf of Isabel’s bookcase. She recognizes Cass right away. Cassandra Velloro, third from last in the junior class, looks as flat and uncomfortable as every other kid in the surrounding pictures. Lulu tried to find Cass online, but it was hard without a last name. This will definitely help.

Bea peers over Lulu’s shoulder. Lulu flips the page quickly, so she can pretend she’s just skimming.

“Looking for your next boyfriend?” Bea asks.

Lulu shrugs and snaps the book shut. From the corner of her eye she sees Kiley’s head tilt minutely toward them. She’ll do whatever she wants to with Owen, Lulu knows—an older girl with some social seniority just isn’t enough to deter you when a cute older boy is dangling himself in front of you. But if Lulu is moving on, that gives Kiley permission to go after Owen without worrying what it looks like.

“I wanted to see if Patrick’s hair looked as dumb as I remember when he was trying to do that faux-hawk thing,” Lulu says.

Bea rolls her eyes. “God,” she says. “That was the worst.”

No wonder she was hard to find. Cassandra Velloro doesn’t have a Facebook profile, an Instagram, a Tumblr, or a Twitter. Lulu almost doesn’t bother searching Flash—why would someone who’s so obviously opposed to social media make an exception?

But then, the whole thing about Flash is that it’s there and then gone again—videos disappear a day after you post them, and there’s a private messaging system too. She thinks that Flash actually might appeal to Cass, whose favorite place in Los Angeles is a spot where no one can hear or see her. Plus, she’s BFFs with the founder’s brother.

And, in fact, there she is. Lulu follows her.

A few minutes later, Cass follows her back.