Page 186 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“I’m sure he’ll be cool with it,” I reply.
Excitement ripples through Kylie. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to sit through an entire day of school, waiting to meet him again.”
I sigh. “You and me both. It was agony coming to school this morning.”
Parker wriggles his brow. “We could play hooky.”
Kylie gestures between us. “You know who you’re talking to, right?”
“If I get caught skipping class, my parents will flip,” I say. “They’re already not happy about how many days I skipped last week.”
Kylie bats a hand. “I’ll share my notes and get you caught up.”
“I’m not worried about the homework. I’m trying to minimize the stress levels in my home.”
“Can we at least skip out during our lunch period?” Parker asks, his enthusiasm bursting.
“He told me he’d be catching up on sleep,” I reply. “I’ll text him before lunch and we can make a game plan.”
Parker grins and lifts his car keys. “I’m so ready to go whenever you say the word.”
Kylie presses down on Parker’s hand. “Cool your jets. We’ve gotta actually get through some classes first.”
I nod, thankful. “I need some calm to stop my mind spiraling with thoughts about Wyatt.”
My first two classes actually forced Wyatt out of my central focus. My teachers were on my case about the classes I’ve missed and what textbook chapters I need to read by tomorrow. I was so busy catching up with work, by my third class, I’d almost forgotten there’s a high-profiled star hanging out in my living room.
“Psst.”
I turn behind me and find resident school gossip, Yvette Anderson, staring at me.
I jolt back and point at myself. “Me?”
“What was with that video?”
My stomach cramps. “What video?”
“You walking around with a celebrity.”
The people at the surrounding desks turn my way. “Uhh, uhh... I...”
“Hey, what the heck?” Yvette asks, leaning forward against her desk. “Like, everyone saw you in Cherry Beach with Wyatt Hayes. What was that about?”
I shrink away from her, weighed down by all the eyes on me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Yes, you do. How did you meet him?”
“He went to our school.”
“Not in, like, forever.”
I huff, knots tying over my spine. “That was last week. I’m back atschool now.”
“So?”
“So, my fifteen minutes of fame are over.”
Yvette laughs to herself. “You got dumped that quick, huh?”
