Page 139 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Maybe what they did on screen wasn’t real.”
“They were never a thing.”
I arch my eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
“Are you backing off if they were?”
“My head and my heart are currently at war over that.”
“But what’s the plan? If you and Wyatt are dating, are you moving to Ferndale?”
My nerves frazzle. “No, I can’t. I’m only sixteen. I have school, and I need to get back to my family.”
Jenna lifts her arms out wide. “You can be sixteen and move away from home. All the Circle 8 kids have done it. Surely you have a talent you can live off.”
Instinctively, I shift away from her. “Ah, no. I’m not a singer or an actor. I’m a writer, but that’s not a profession that screams for the limelight. And thank goodness for that.”
Jenna mumbles a laugh. “You don’t like the idea of being in front of cameras?”
I deadpan her. “I hate it.”
“Then being with Wyatt might prove difficult. I’m sure you’ve seen the papped images of him and Portia.”
“Mm-hmm. I already experienced part of that yesterday.” I sigh, sinking into the couch. “Wyatt was such a natural. All I wanted to do was flee.”
“Hey, maybe long-distance will actually work for you guys,” Jenna says in an upbeat tone. “They all work so much, anyway. Even their friends in the same city barely see them.”
“Long-distance is our only option.”Ouch. My heart aches. “I’m just scared he’ll forget about me.”
“He’s not that kinda guy.”
I frown, having difficulty looking her in the eye, as I mutter, “He’s done it before.”
Jenna’s eyes grow cloudy and she chews on her lip. “You’re worried about him and Portia being together once you’re back home.”
I can’t stomach the answer. Thankfully, I’m spared by the ringing of Jenna’s phone. She lifts it and I see the caller ID: “Randall.”
“Hey,” Jenna answers. As she listens, she quickly responds with, “Hmm... Mm-hmm... Yep... Uh-huh... Okay, no problem. See you soon.”
Jenna ends the call, bouncing off the seat to stand. She looks down at me, saying, “I’ve got to dash and get Portia ready for a meeting.”
I scoot to the edge of the couch seat. “Will Wyatt be there?”
Jenna taps her phone in her palm. “Ah, Randall didn’t say. I just have to go to Portia’s suite.”
“Well, where’s the meeting? Is it here, in the penthouse?”
“No.” Jenna rubs her lips together, like she’s about to dodge a probing reporter’s questions. “He didn’t say, exactly. Richmond will be meeting us and have the information for Portia.” She backtracks away from me. “I’m sorry, I’ve really got to get going. So, downstairs at the spa, ask for Natalia. She’s Portia’s...”
I raise a palm. “Save it. I’m not going down there.”
Jenna raises her hands in defense. “Suit yourself, but I hope you change your mind.” She then waves. “I’m sure we’ll catch up later.”
As Jenna dashes off to the elevator, I fling myself back against the couch with a huff.
If Randall’s involved in a meeting, then so is Erika, which means so is Wyatt. I doubt they’re just talking about him now. They want him fully involved.
I sit up. Am I throwing in the towel?
