CHAPTER
SIX
Gianna
“They’re still commenting?” I ask, pulling my blankets over my body with one hand. My other clutches my phone. “Holy shit.”
I scroll down the comment section of my video, but it’s all the same thing in various formations.
Drake
Drake
DRAKE
DRAKE I LOVE YOU
DRAKE
Drake of course
Every girl loves flowers—especially flowers from Drake Fucking Bennett.
Gianna. #girlgang
DRAKE
Drake
I’d take anything Drake is willing to give me.
Drake
DRAKE
Drake!!
Drake
Drake #GoLegends
Drake
DRAKE
Drake
Check your DMs, Drake!
“Traitors,” I say, switching off my screen. “All of them.”
I toss my phone to the other side of my bed, switch off the bedside lamp, and close my eyes. Sleep comes quickly … and a dazzling smirk, a set of chiseled abs, and a bouquet of beautiful flowers accompany it.
Even my subconscious is a backstabber.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
