Page 46 of Summer Shot
Not my drama, I tell myself.I have other things to focus on.
Tension melts away the second I hit send on the offer letter emails. Turning off the lights, I pull out my phone to give Bren a call.
“Hello,” a chocked-up voice answers my call.
“Bren, is everything okay?” Concern furrows my brows.
“No,” she sobs. “Liam and I are on a break.”
My heart sinks to my stomach as I exit the arena. Before I can get in a word Bren says, ”I don’t want to talk about it though. How did the interviews go?”
“Bren, are you sure?” I pry. “I’m always here if— “
“Yes, tell me about the interviews,” She sniffles. “Distract me.”
Slowly, I say, “Just sent out the final two acceptance letters.”
Bren’s usual bubbliness starts to shine through. “Congrats! That’s so exciting. Any juicy stories about candidates?”
Turning the corner onto my street, I tell Bren about the first round of interviews and how terrible two girls were, barely able to form coherent sentences without rambling.
“I would have been one of them if I interviewed,” I confess to Bren.
Seemingly back to her buoyant self, Bren disagrees, “Yeah right, you would not be anything close to that,” She snorts. “You would have been the best interviewee in Wyverns PR history.”
As soon as I make it home, I lay down in my bed. Then, I tell her about the girl who had no answer to the question about a player leavingyou high and dry during a game interview. I devalue my weird feeling about Raven.
“What’s her last name?” Bren’s voice is laced with panic.
“Mathews,” I respond. The alarm in Bren’s voice causes my heartbeat to quicken. “Why?”
Relief seems to fill Bren’s voice. “I used to know a Raven. She sucked.”
I’m about to ask who this mystery Raven she knows that I don’t is when I hear voices downstairs.
“Oh my god,” I whisper into the phone and creep towards my door.
“What?” Bren probes.
I let out a giant yawn.
“Lauren Chip Bellinger, you better tell me,” Bren demands.
The voices grow louder and the stairs creak. I peek out my bedroom door into the hallway, spying a short blond boy that is definitely not Blaine Mitchell follows Libby’s into her room behind her.
“You cannot tell a soul,” I swear Bren to secrecy.
“Cross my heart, and all that jazz,” Bren jokes. “Spill the beans.”
“Libby just got home with someone, and it’s not Blaine.”
“Holy shit,” Bren exclaims so loudly I have to pull the phone from my ear. “I’ll be taking that secret to the grave.”
“Yeah right, you are the biggest gossip,” I tease with a laugh.
Bren lowers her voice, “No but really, I don’t want to be on Blaine’s bad side”
I let out a giggle. “Me either, especially since he doesn’t have one lately.”
