Page 121 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“You and Wyatt are all over social media. Don’t look.”
I press the back of my hand over my mouth, forcing myself not to hurl.“Why did you tell me then?”
“I didn’t want you to see what they’re saying.”
“I’m gonna puke. What are they saying?”
“Well, it started by people trying to figure out who you are, but then, well, it’s online. Things always turn nasty.”
My hands tremble around the phone.“I hate this.”
“Sorry! It’s mostly positive. Like, people are loving seeing Wyatt out and about. I guess it’s just fans seeing you being jealous.”
Sweat beads around my hairline. People hate me. People, who don’t even know me, hate me for being with Wyatt.
Kylie texts again.“You two looked super cute. How was the date?”
Is she serious right now? She just told me people are saying nasty stuff about me online, and now she wants me to gush about my date?
I drop the phone, backing away as my mind clouds with clashing thoughts.
Another text comes through, and I stare at it on the carpet.“I’m sorry this has happened. I’m just trying to look at the positives.”
I breathe out slowly and lower to the carpet. I pick up the phone and text,“I know. Don’t be sorry. Being with Wyatt is amazing, but all those fans scared the crap out of me. I can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what? Stay in Cherry Beach, or be with Wyatt?”
I don’t know how to answer, so I leave it with,“It’s all going to come to an end.”
I toss my phone back on the bed and pick myself off the floor. With my arms cinched around my fragile stomach, I scuff my way along the hallway towards Wyatt’s bedroom.
Apparently, everything about him online is positive. I’m the negative holding him back.
I can’t hold him back when he’s preparing to go back into the spotlight.
I can’t help shuddering as I approach his doorway.
I retch, folding forward. Is this really it? Am I going to call it quits with him?
Tears flood my eyes and when I blink, my vision continues to blur.
No, I don’t want this. I don’t want it to be over.
Ugh. I wish this was easy. I wish we could be together without all the cameras and the speculation.
I just want him.
“It was like getting a piece of myself back, doc,” I hear Wyatt say in his bedroom.
Doc? Is he talking to Dr. Fincher from the Clearview Clinic?
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Wyatt continues. “But when all those people wanted to talk to me, something about it felt normal. It’s weird. How can so many strangers knowing who I am feel normal?”
I sigh and lean against the wall, listening to half his phone conversation.
It feels normal because his innate talent means he was born for fame.
“If some of the missing pieces are coming back,” Wyatt says with growing anticipation, “does this mean my memory is coming back?”
