After Uncle Beau dropped me off, I had it out with the Sisterhood. They did feel bad for James but wanted him to tell me himself—to explain. They assured me they’d just found out who Jenny really was and wouldn’t have let him get away with the charade for one more day. They even kicked him out which was why he’d moved.
I couldn’t blame them. I’d have done the same thing in their place. They each gave me a hug then I told them I needed some time alone.
Closing my bedroom door, I didn’t turn on the lights as thunder rumbled outside. I threw the biggest pity party of my entire life right there in my chair.
James and I had the best night. Probably the most romantic date I’d ever experienced (I’d actually only had two dates since Cory, so that’s not exactly a hard thing to accomplish, but still.)
And then his kiss. Tingles trickled through me just thinking about it. God. Why did he have to be such a swoonworthy kisser?
But then my mind wandered to the nights we’d spent as basically sisters. I was so close to Jenny. We understood each other–woman to woman. Or so I thought. And then the angry feelings of deception would flood me all over again.
How could I not see him for who he was? I remembered telling him I was picturing Charlie giving me an engagement ring one day and how it would look on my finger.
And then the son of a bitch had the nerve to tell me Charlie was probably too cheap to get me a ring I deserved and I should hold out for someone way more handsome and generous…like Jenny’s brother.
But it was James talking about himself!
God! I was such an idiot!
And now, I’d lost two people at once. My very best friend and…
Shuddering, I wrapped into myself, trying hard not to think back to the date. But I couldn’t help it.
James was so charming. After we’d sang a beautiful duet, he’d kissed my hand. I was crazy mesmerized by him.
If I never saw him again, it’d be too soon.
I was about to get ready for bed when my friends knocked on my door then ushered me to the couch. It was like an intervention of some sort.
“What’s up, guys? Did I eat the last of the Unicorn Charms and put the empty box back in the pantry or something?” Their faces were scaring me.
Kate rubbed my back. “Sweetie, take a deep breath. There’s something you should see.”
Dom took my hand. “No matter what, the Sisterhood is here for you. We’ll be on 24-7 alert.”
Geeze. What was going on?
And then all hell broke loose and shattered my world.
They showed me this famous Flamer’s Simstagram:
And the whole celeb buzzfeeds were plastering shit about me! My God! They must have had paparazzi in the bushes!
It even made the evening news and was going viral on WooTube:
“I will have the head of the person who divulged your full name and our address!” Elara intoned. “Where’s my henchman?”
“Is that even legal?” Copper asked. “That’s two million Throbbers who know where you live.”
“Guess it’s time to look for a new place,” Reese moaned.
“Maybe we can tell this head Throbber you ditched the asshole?” Dom offered.
“No…it’ll blow over,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I just don’t want to think about him anymore. Okay, guys? James Sanderson and the Heartthrobs are a taboo subject.”
Crossing her arms indignantly, Elara announced, “Very well. Let it be known that the name Heartthrob and the apostate, James Sanderson, be forevermore stricken from our lips, purged from our walls and abolished from our hearts.”
We all cried, “Hear! Hear!” to make it stick.
I woke up the next morning to the rumbling of thunder and the whoosh of pouring rain. Believe it or not, I felt a little better and was ready to head off to work, not thinking about last night. But when I went outside, the rain and thunder had hidden the cries of a mob.
Throngs of angry teenagers were shouting, “Leave him alone, bitch!” and “Stop the Stalking!”
Oh. My. GOD!
How was I going to get by them in one piece?