Page 21 of Feral Touch
“You haven’t contacted him, have you?”
“No.”
“No as in not yet, or no as in you’re never going to?”
“I haven’t decided.”
“Then let me make the decision for you.”
She grabbed my phone out of my hand. I flailed around to snatch it back, but she danced out of the way. Jen quickly tapped out a message and let me grab my phone back.
“I didn’t press send.”
I let out a small breath of relief and read the message she’d typed out.
Heyyy Ren u want to meet up 2nite?
I grimaced. “God no! What are you thinking? I would never type something like that.”
“Then do it yourself.”
I grumbled and deleted the characters one by one. “Fine. How’s this. ‘Hi Ren. This is Ivy. Would you like to get coffee sometime this week? Let me know if you’re free.’ That sounds fine, right?”
“It’s good. Casual. Not clingy.” Jen waited for a moment. “You going to hit send or what?”
I bit my lip. “I’m worried. I don’t know what he’s like anymore. There are all these rumors on the internet about groupies and crazy parties and…other things.” Likeone night stands.
“There are always rumors about famous guys.” Jen sat down on my bed next to me and gave me a hug. “I’ve been a fan of Feral Silence forever. If any of them is a gentleman, it’s Ren. I know celebrities put on acts for the camera and you can’t always tell whether it’s their real personality or not, but believe me,Ren’s probably the least likely out of all those guys to be a jerk.”
I hesitated for several long moments. Was I really going to do this?
“It’s just one date,” Jen insisted. “If you get an asshole playboy rock star vibe, you never have to see him again.”
I hit send.
Jen clapped at the whoosh sound. “And now we wait.”
“You think it’ll take him long to answer?”
“Depends. He’s probably got a full schedule. On the other hand, our generation is perpetually glued to our smartphones.” Jen took out her own phone as she said it. “Here, I’ll look up his schedule and see what he’s doing today.”
“You can do that?”
“Yeah, their social media team keeps fans up to date on their every move.”
“Creepy.”
“A little, but also awesome. Here, see?” Jen held out her phone. The screen showed a picture of the band standing on stage playing their instruments, but they were dressed casually. Jayce, Morris and Kell were in jeans and t-shirts. Ren still had on dress pants and a collared shirt, but no tie and jacket. “They’re backstage practicing for a live performance on TV right now. They’re going to be doing a segment on one of those late night talk shows. He’ll probably be too busy to answer for a while.”
“I don’t like this. It feels like an invasion of privacy.”
“Thousands of other girls are also invading his privacy at this very moment.” Jen shrugged. “Better get used to it if you want to date a rock star.”
Thousands. Ren had thousands of girls to choose from. That sinking feeling returned.
Why would he ever choose me?
My phone pinged.
