Seeing Silas—who is a seriously good guy, as the guest list for his birthday party can attest to—so obviously ga-ga for my sister makes me lose a little respect for him. It’s like, c’mon, man, Fen’s great, but you can stilllivea little. Especially since Fenella’s notoriety has rubbed off him.
People’s Magazine actually named him Sexiest Barista, and that’s only because Fen keeps posting reels about him making her coffee.
“C’mon, Fen, just toss me the keys for a sec and I’ll take Basher for a quick spin. No one will know I’m gone.”
“I’ve never been taken for a spin by a real race car driver,” Basher pipes up with a grin. “Not that Ash here is a real race car driver…”
I force a smile and elbow Basher. Fenella frowns because she knows the jibe stung. Not that Basher meant anything, since he has no idea the mess my career is in.
Fenella holds my gaze as she reaches into her purse. “Have you spoken to Lyra tonight?” she asks.
“I have not.”
“Abigail?”
A quick shake of my head. My season of The Suitorette had a part one—which starred Princess Lyra—and a part two, headed by Abigail Locke.
I got sent home byboth of them.
I went on the show to get a win, to try to flip my rep after the accident into that of a good guy.
Reality shows are great for that. I even managed to avoid being cast as the villain, which is what the producers had me in mind for.
I probably have my friendship with Basher to thank for that, since everyonelovedhim.
Not enough to keep him around.
Lyra and Abigail didn’t care enough to keep me around either.
Yes, Lyra and I were just friends, and it was obvious she had feelings for Spencer. But I thought I had a chance with Abigail, and her letting me go stung more than I want to admit.
So I don’t talk about it. With anyone. I also don’t talk to either Lyra or Abigail because if people see us together, there will be pictures and questions and stories about how I’m so heartbroken.
I’m not heartbroken, but I’m not happy about it, either.
Not that I fell I love with Abigail or anything. I don’t fall in love. There’s no point because it’s not real, it doesn’t last, and a list of other reasons.
I don’t talk about that, either.
“I don’t like when my brother doesn’t talk to my friends,” Fenella announces.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. You need to try to make an effort with them. For Silas’s sake.” She pats his arm, and Silas turns with a smile, without a clue what is being discussed.
“No.”
“Yes. For me.” My blue eyes hold her purple gaze as we struggle in yet another battle of wills to determine who has the most power over the other in our twinship.
Fenella holds up her keys. “I’ll let you drive my car.”
I curse under my breath. “C’mon, dude,” Basher cajoles. “It’s not that big of deal. I talk to both of them all the time. I even invited Abigail into the group chat. She sends the best memes.”
“I’m not in the group chat.”
“Yes, I know, because you don’t do group chats.” He says it mockingly, but I don’t crack a smile.
I do group chats, but not with former contestants of a reality show, most of them who want to ride their fifteen minutes as long as they can.
