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I look up at Everly, fear prickling the back of my neck. “Oh God, we did not think this through.”
CHAPTER 11
GRAYDON
OC:Umm, what’s with the hard launch?
This motherfucker, seriously, why doeshe think—
Bennett:Yeah, I saw the same thing.
What?
What the hell are they talking about?
I rest my feet on the coffee table in front of me and respond.
Graydon:What the hell are you talking about?
OC:Uh, your relationship.
Relationship? Has he lost his mind? I know it’s late, but it’s not that late. Maybe he’s been drinking.
Graydon:Put the fucking drink down and go to sleep.
I shake my head and turn off my TV. Jesus, there’s something wrong with that guy. My phone dings with two more text messages.
OC:Are you really going to deny it?
Bennett:It seemed like maybe it was a hard launch. I’m guessing no?
What in the actual fuck?
I scoot to the edge of my couch.
Graydon:Spell it out for me, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.
OC:With the flamingo girl. What’s her name again?
Flamingo girl? Huh?
Bennett:Maple, right?
OC:Oh, right. Maple. The whole joint Instagram account. The picture. Ring any bells? It’s blowing up.
Uh…what the hell did she post?
Graydon:What’s the account?
For the life of me, I can’t remember what she landed on—in all honesty, I really wasn’t paying attention when she jabbered on about it because I didn’t care.
OC sends another text with a link.
I click on it, but the app has to update because I’m never on the damn thing. I wait impatiently, and when it’s ready, I click on the link again and am brought to a profile with one picture posted. It’s the same picture that is used for the profile picture.
It’s Maple and me, smiling at the camera while standing in the practice dome. There isn’t much distance between us, and I’m holding the camera up just enough to make it seem like I’m crowded around her when, inreality, I was trying to angle the damn thing to fit our height difference in the frame.
Jesus Christ.
