Page 28 of Anytime


Font Size:

“He didn’t?So did he watch you...?”

“Tori, he went one better than watching—he did it for me.”

“What?”Tori asks in disbelief.

“Yes” is all I say.

“Colin smashed the cabinet?”

I nod.

“Is he actually Ava Fantino’s son?”

“Whose son?”I ask, although there’s a vague bell ringing in the back of my mind.

“Late Night with Ava Fantino,” Tori explains.“The American talk show.You know.”

“As if.”

“Her son’s called Colin,” Tori insists.

“There’s probably more than one Colin Fantino in New York.”

“Aye, right.”Tori laughs.

“How d’you even know that?”

“No clue.I must have read it somewhere.”Tori shrugs.“Wild,” she continues.“Reckon he’s met loads of celebs?I heard that Hayes Chamberlain is going on her show soon.That would be his first public appearance since he left the band.Imagine Colin seeing him there.I’d die.”

“Tori.”I sigh.

“Yeah, sorry.Sorry.”She pulls herself together again but then bursts out: “OK, so let me get this straight—Colin Fantino smashed the swimming-team trophy cabinet?”

“Could you speak up a bit?”I suggest warningly.The door might be shut, but everyone knows how thin the walls here are.

“Sorry.”She claps a hand to her mouth.“Crazy,” she whispers.“But why did he?”

If Fantino wasn’t such an arse, I’d have said he did it to help me.On Sunday night, I genuinely thought that.But apparently he was only interested in causing me trouble.“He’s threatening to tell Mrs.Sinclair it was me.”

“You?But it was him, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but he’s got a photo.Of me by the display case.And I might have kind of raised my fist, and...I’d never have done it, I just wanted to know what it felt like.”

“And then he did it?”Tori asks.“How romantic, Livy,” she breathes, when I nod.“He smashed it for you.”

“Aye,veryromantic.Especially the moment he showed me the photo and blackmailed me.”

“But why would he do that?”

“I don’t know,” I say.“Because he’s an arsehole?”

“Is he a Scorpio too?”Tori asks, and now I want to leave.“Let’s google him.”

“God, Tori...”I groan.

But she’s already pulled out her phone and typed in his name.“You could always ask him when his birthday is.”

“I’m not speaking another word to him.”