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She wasn’t sure why she’d even come with Jenner on this trip. It wasn’t like he seemed to need her for anything.

She sent him another text about the interview he had this afternoon.

Nothing.

With a groan, she messaged Sampson instead. No way was she messaging Lauren.

Immy:Hey, where am I supposed to meet up with you guys for the interviews this afternoon?

Sampson:Going straight there from here.

Well.At least someone was answering her messages.

Immy:Okay, I’ll meet you there.

Sampson:No. Stay at the hotel. We don’t need you.

Ouch.

She sucked in a breath, blinking back ridiculous tears. She knew that Sampson didn’t mean that the way it sounded. He was always a bit blunt, but especially when he was worried.

He was concerned about Maeve. Sampson had always taken it personally when one of them was in danger or threatened.

Not that any of them had ever had a stalker before.

Immy didn’t really want to stay in the hotel for the whole day.

Grabbing a light jacket and handbag, she headed toward the door.

Then she came to a stop with a groan. Tobias.

She could try to sneak out, but she knew that would just upset everyone. And it wasn’t the mature thing to do.

Even though, sometimes, she just wanted to do the immature thing. To stomp her foot, hide under the covers from everything and eat Twizzlers and drink diet soda until she exploded. To binge watch movies and pretend that she didn’t have responsibilities. That she didn’t have to adult today.

And maybe for the afternoon she didn’t have to. Perhaps she could just be Immy, the girl without worries or fears. Someone whose best friends weren’t acting strange or didn’t have stalkers threatening them.

But she would do it safely, because Immy never wanted anyone to worry about her.

So she messaged Tobias and there was a knock on her door a few minutes later. She opened it, smiling up at Tobias. “Want to go have some fun?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I going to like this?”

“Debatable. But you can come with me or I’m going on my own. Either way, I’m going.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway. “Nope.”

“Nope? Nope, what? Nope, you’re not coming with me?”

“Nope, this isn’t the way this works.”

“This?” she questioned.

He brushed a finger through the air pointing at her, then at himself. “Us.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

Down, Immy.

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