Page 52 of Dream (Fighting Fate)

“Please don’t tell us you didn’t watch any movies while you were in Africa,” Sarah said, wiggling her boobs into a more comfortable position.

“I watched movies,” I defended. “Just not recent ones.”

“Wait,” Ashley said, twisting her body to see me better. “Are you saying you don’t know who Lucas Cantrell is?”

Something told me I’d just opened a can of worms I wasn’t going to be able to close again. “Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t know who he is. I just haven’t seen any of his movies other than Descended.”

“What about Tom Bradford? You’ve seen his movies, though, right?”

Crap. I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know who that is.”

Horrified. That was the only way I was able to describe the look on both girls’ faces. Ashley sat up. “What about Joshua Emerson? You know who he is, don’t you?”

I was beginning to regret the topic of conversation I’d started. Again, I shook my head. “Nope.”

Ashley pushed herself up to her feet and grabbed her towel. “We need to fix this. Right now.”

Sarah sat up. “What are we doing?”

Determination streamed from her eyes. “We’re going to watch movies with Olivia. It’s criminal that she doesn’t even know the basics of who’s big in the movie industry these days. It’s our job to fix that.”

Sarah’s face brightened and she clapped. “Oh my God, yes! Don’t worry, Olivia. We’ll teach you everything we know! You’ll be up with it before you know it.”

Oh, no. What had I done?

Chapter 30

Josh

With our surfboards loaded onto the racks of the Escalade, the guys and I quickly drove north. They’d all been pretty quiet since the moment I’d informed them of Liv’s visitors. From the small amount of information I’d been given from Liv, I knew I couldn’t risk the girls seeing me. And it wasn’t because I was frightened of Liv finding out who I was. I’d already resigned myself to the fact that she was going to know. It was purely because I knew those types of girls. They were the ones I’d been frightened Liv would be. They were the ones who immediately notified anyone and everyone of my whereabouts.

Mentally, I kicked myself as I watched the scenery fly past. If I’d only told her who I was, I could’ve asked her to keep my identity a secret. But I hadn’t, and now it was a very big possibility that she could unknowingly give me away. It pissed me off that I’d been such a pussy about it.

“Have you heard any more from Liv?” Corey asked from the front passenger seat.

I shook my head. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.

“Maybe you should message her,” Cain suggested. “Get a feel for how things are going?”

Lance made a sound of disagreement as he drove. “Texting her may draw questions from the other girls.”

I gazed out the window. I didn’t know anymore. It was obvious I was poor at making these kinds of choices. Silence filled the car again, no one knowing how to handle the position we were now in.

The sound of my cell phone pinging had everyone’s gazes straight on me. I pulled it out of my pocket with the breath stuck in my throat.

“Is it Liv?” Cain asked.

I stared at the screen and nodded before unlocking it and reading her message.

It’s official. I’m an outcast. I’ve managed to horrify them with 4 distinct things. 1 I need to lose weight. 2 I don’t carry my cell phone on me. 3 I’m not on any social media. 4 I don’t know any of the actors they’re talking about.

One, their comment about her weight pissed me off. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Olivia’s body. As far as I was concerned, it was perfect. Two, for obvious reasons, I loved her choice to stay away from social media. And three, my stomach felt sick.

My phone pinged again.

Except for Lucas Cantrell. Thanks to you, I actually know of one, so I don’t feel so lame.

My heart sank. If Liv told them I knew Lucas, shit could get out of control real quick.

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