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My heart jumps. “So, you were serious about going out then?”
He nods. “Yeah. From what I gathered, you still need some content or whatever.”
“It wouldn’t hurt. It’ll help whoever gets hired to take my place.”
He pauses, shifting on the sidewalk as my Uber pulls up. “Will they follow me around the same way you do?”
I smile. “No, they won’t. They’ll more than likely have you send them pictures and then post them for you. It won’t be the same as this. It’ll be way less stressful.”
“Hmm.” Cameron looks at me for a long moment before leaning forward and opening the back passenger door of the Uber for me. “I’ll pick you up around eight.”
“Okay.” I push away the flutters in my stomach as I slide in and buckle my seatbelt.
“Take care of her,” he says to the Uber driver.
The car pulls away from the glass-windowed office building and I pull out my phone, feeling a mixture of emotions.
And I need to talk to someone about it.
Like my gran.
But she’s not here anymore.
I clutch my necklace and begin to scroll through my social media friends, but none of them are close enough to me that I’d share how I’m feeling. At least, not anymore.
I land on my friend Brittany’s name, but I haven’t talked to her in months … and I’m pretty sure she only befriended me so she could use my platform to gain more followers.
Ugh.
Feeling a wave of loneliness wash over me, I realize just how isolated I’ve become since Gran passed away.
I close my phone, the bright screen a harsh reminder of my lack of connection with anyone meaningful. I might have close to a million followers on Instagram, but not a single one of them feels like someone I can talk to.
And that makes it all the lonelier.
Chapter Eight
Cameron
Something is off with Nila tonight, but I don’t know what it is. She’s smiling like she always does and engaging with my friends—specifically Addy. But her eyes just aren’t sparkling the way they usually do. Whenever she thinks no one is looking, she fiddles with her necklace and appears somber.
And I don’t like it.
Hopefully, it’s not my fault.
My mind replays the conversation we had about Tucker, and I feel bad ... sort of.
Is that why she’s acting a little off tonight?
If Nila wanted to hang out with Tucker, then that’s what she should be doing right now ... but it made my stomach sick to think about her going out with him.
“This band is really good.” Nila’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. “Thanks for inviting me out.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, of course. This is one of my favorite places.” It’s a little dive bar, but it’s popular and well-known for the quality live musicians that come to play. We come here often and sit out on the patio, listening to music. It’s a nice break.
Nila takes out her phone to snap some pictures of us and then takes a selfie of her and Addy. I wonder if she’ll post it on her own Instagram. Honestly, I haven’t even looked through what she’s posted on my account since the first couple of posts of me at practice.
I can’t stand the notifications and the way I feel bombarded by them. But...
