Page 71 of Fangirl
She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway. “Yeah, yeah. But you know what that means?”
I arch a brow. “What?”
Her grin turns wicked. “It means I’m officially yourrival.Prince Smolderwants me.”
I groan, shoving a pillow at her face as she cackles.
“No, but seriously,” she says, pulling the pillow down, still grinning. “He spent so much time talking to me, and the line was just waiting. He kept asking why I was there, and when I said I was picking up books for my friend, he started asking about you.”
I freeze. “What?”
She smirks. “Mm-hmm. Asked what kind of person you were. Then, because I have zero self-control, I told him about your chronic illness, and get this… He actually cared. Like, genuinely interested. Not dismissive. Not awkward. Just… invested.”
Ihmphagain, crossing my arms and pouting.
Maya snorts. “Oh my god, you are so cute when you sulk.” She slinks up the bed and presses a quick kiss to my forehead. “Come on, grumpy, let’s talk about your actual date tomorrow.”
“It’snota date,” I mumble.
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, sure. You’re just meeting your internet boyfriend for the first time ever at a glamorous movie premiere, looking like a literal goddess. But not a date.”
I glare.
She beams. “When’s lover boy getting here?”
“Late tonight,” I say, stretching my legs out. “But we’re meeting at the premiere. It’s… safer that way. Public. Less pressure.”
Maya wiggles her eyebrows. “Perfect. Rebecca will be here at three to work her magic—my treat.”
I blink. “Rebecca?”
She gasps. “Don’t tell me you thought I’d let you do your own hair and makeup for this?”
I groan, but she ignores me, continuing at full speed.
“I want my BFF to get laid.” She pauses, then points directly at my crotch. “Speaking of… did you take care of the, you know… situation?”
I choke. “Maya!”
She shrugs. “What? You don’t want to be caught unprepared in case you finally get some sexy nerd action.”
I bury my face in my hands. “Oh my god.”
She cackles, flopping onto her back. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
I huff. “I’ll be taking an everything shower tomorrow.”
That sends her over the edge. She squeals, sitting up so fast she nearly headbutts me. “My Ames is getting laid! My Ames is getting laid!” She sings it like a freaking victory chant, complete with a drumbeat against my mattress.
“Maya, stop!”
“It’s been so long,” she fake sobs, clutching my arm dramatically. “You probably have cobwebs.”
I shove her away, laughing despite myself. “Oh my god, I hate you.”
“No, you love me.” She smirks, flopping back onto my pillows. “And soon, so will Eli.”
I don’t reply. Because God help me, I hope she’s right.
