“Bitch,” the other girl mutters.
I take a step toward the nasty little pixie waving her manicured finger at me as Cam pulls me back by my waist. “Hey, now.”
Logan steps between me and the group. “I think it’s time for all of you to leave.” His arms are spread wide like he’s herding the fans.
“You’redefendingher?” The blonde looks at Logan, sounding disgusted. “Look what she’s doing to you. Right in front of your face.”
“Defending her?” Logan keeps pushing them toward the exit. “Paul.” He waves the security guard over. “Show these three out?”
“Wait ’til Logan sees the pictures, you stupid slut!” the blonde yells as Paul firmly leads her toward the door.
“What the hell was that?” Reese says, throwing his arm over my shoulder. “You starting chick fights now? When we’re not even around to enjoy it?”
“I have no idea. It came out of nowhere.”Did I do something to offend them?I had welcomed them, and explained they’d be watching rehearsal before getting autographs. That was it.
Kaley walks toward us, her hands flapping in front of her. Like usual, she’s squinting her brown eyes at me. “Virginia, they’re late for the group waiting outside.”
“What photo was she talking about?” I say to Logan, who has already been distracted by the band sound-checking onstage.
“Virginia?” Kaley groans, hand on her hip.
“I’m sorry, Kaley—” I turn for the door and pull my phone out of my pocket, waving a hand behind me. “You guys just go, I’m going to catch up with you.”
My phone is buzzing in my hand as all of the guys walk across the stage, toward the exit that is undoubtedly surroundedby anxious fans waiting for the autograph session to begin. I take a deep breath as I step onto the bus and swipe my phone to life. I have fifteen notifications, and ten of them are from Cort.
Cort:
WTF!
Seriously?
What happened to keeping your distance?
I don’t see any distance!
I’m going to kill you
It’s my duty as your best friend
Call me
Are you there?
Has your mom seen it?
Call me
Vee:
Hey crazy
Has mom seen what?
My throat tightens just typing the words. Immediately, my fingers fly over the letters of my name. I never thought I’d have to Google myself to find out something aboutmyself.
Cort:
The video, stupid
