Page 129 of Puck with Karma
“Okay, I read it,” I inform Mallory. “But I don’t get it. It says Xander is signing his contract tonight, and I’m supposed to get online…”
“I just sent you a text with a link to get on Facebook.” Mallory sounds completely out of sorts and very impatient. “It has to be on that link, okay?”
I tap on my screen to change it over to the text app. Sure enough, I have a message from the same number we’re talking.
“Maybe she should do that on a computer, Mal,” a voice calls from the background. I’m assuming that’s Janie. “It’s a bigger screen, so it’ll be better.”
“Good idea,” Mallory agrees.
“I can access my texts on my laptop,” I try to be helpful.
“Yes, do that!” Mallory’s excitement is almost contagious, and I’m not even sure what there is to be excited about.
I run to the large dining room table we have in our suite. My laptop is still on from a few minutes ago when I was on the phone with the Sliders’ legal counsel. Unsure of what to expect, I click on the link Mallory sent me and wait.
“It’s just Facebook,” I mumble in disappointment. There is nothing special there. I was expecting some big announcement maybe.
“Are you on the Sliders official page?” Janie pops her head into the picture, making me smile.
“I am.”
She watches me for the longest moment, the resemblance to Xander simply striking.
“I hear you’re dating my brother,” she finally says.
I roll my lips with nervousness, worried that I’m going to say the wrong thing somehow.
“I’m Janie,” she formally introduces herself to me. “It’s really good to meet you, Abby. Mal has told me a lot about you.”
My face splits into a grin.
“I’m really happy to meet you, Janie.”
“Sorry, girls,” Mallory intervenes. “But you’ll have to get acquainted when you meet in person. They’re about to start.”
“I’m not even sure what’s happening,” I chuckle and shrug. “What am I supposed to see here?”
I move the cursor up and down, scrolling, trying to figure out what I am missing.
“They’re going live,” Mallory says in a brisk tone. “Right…” She lifts her cell phone up and stares at it. “Now!”
As if on cue, there’s a notification on my screen showing that the New York Sliders are live. Without thinking, I click on it, and it takes me to a different screen where comments from other viewers are flying. They are moving so fast, I can’t even read them all.
“Are you in?” Mallory asks from the phone.
“They’re live,” I tell her. “Is that where I’m supposed to be?”
“Yes!” She’s almost jumping up and down with excitement.
Just as I am about to ask more questions, a voice sounds from my laptop.
“Nobody gives a fuck what you’re wearing, Jared. Just call your mom already and tell her you’re gonna be on TV.”
“This is not on TV, dumbass,” my brother’s voice calls from the background. “This is social media, it’s online. And you kids should be watching your language,” my brother continues. “There could be kids watching.”
Van Boyd’s face comes on the screen, frustration obvious on his face.
“What if they show it on TV?”
