She shook her head. “Every girl in this school, with the exception of my friends and sisters, is going to hate me.”
“Yes, and every guy in this school is suddenly going to be way more interested in you. So there is that, too.”
She smiled mischievously. “Do you think so?”
I knew she was only asking to piss me off, but it worked.
“Of course,” I snarled. “There are few guys in this school who don’t want what I have. Now you’ve been added to the list.”
“Good point. Should I wear a football jersey that reads Property of Fitz Darcy?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a tattoo. Preferably on your ass.”
“Have you been thinking about my ass, Fitz?” she asked cheekily.
Again, I bent down lower so only she would hear. “Why yes, Bennet. I have been thinking about your ass and how eventually I’m going to smack it for every time you’ve caused me an ounce of aggravation.”
She started counting off on her fingers. “One, two, three… ouch.”
“You’re QB One’s girlfriend now,” I reminded her. “Act like it.”
She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and curtsied. “Like this?”
“Four, five, six…” I said, also counting on my fingers as I walked away from her.
* * *
Beth
I laughedas Fitz walked away. It was absolutely and entirely ludicrous I was now officially the girlfriend of Fitz Darcy.
Fitz Darcy!
And he wasn’t wrong. Being that person came with a certain responsibility. Forget just school, I was probably going to be interviewed by his parents as well. Fitz went to public events with this family all the time. As his girlfriend, was I going to be expected to show up to things like that?
Holy shit, had I spent any time thinking this through?
Answer: no.
Unfortunately, the alternative was to not be Fitz’s girlfriend and that didn’t necessarily sound right, either. Because I liked him. I really, really liked him.
Maybe that’s the only part I had to play. Be the girl who really, really liked Fitz.
I pulled books out of my locker and headed to my next class. When all the whispering stopped as soon as I stepped inside and all heads turned to look at me, I knew that was not going to be enough.
I needed help. I needed advice. I needed to talk to someone who already knew how to be QB One’s girlfriend.
Good news. That person was my sister.
* * *
“Star! Star, wait!”I was running to catch up to her as I knew she was headed to the gym for cheerleading practice. She was already in uniform and looked so preppy I wanted to shoot myself. In my life, I could never pull off that outfit.
Upon hearing her name, she stopped and turned. Her smile, bright as ever, got even larger when she saw me.
“Beth,” she said, walking over to me even as I struggled to catch my breath.
I really needed to consider some form of exercise in the near future. Studying was not a physical activity.
