Page 26 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Nine

Ericand I were the only two people in the bar. Franky looked at me as he handed Eric a bottle of beer. “Nothing for you?”

“No.”

“This has got to be a first.”

“My stomach is killing me. I think last night’s catching up with me. That, and Kelli coming in and bitching at me at 8:00.”

The corner of his mouth was curled into a smirk. “I can’t believe you approached her with that idea.”

“I couldn’t believe it when she agreed,” I said. “It’ll make for good drama, though. I think the viewers will believe it, and it’ll drive them crazy. They’ll feel sorry for me, and they’ll hate him.”

“I always wondered just how much of these shows are reality, and how much is bullshit,” he said. “Now I know.”

Eric glanced at me. “They’ll hate me?”

They would hate him, but I shouldn’t have said anything. Having him second guess our plan would wreak havoc on its believability.

“I was kidding. They’ll be sad that we didn’t hook up, but just because they’re attached to me already. By the time the segments that include you are over?” I raised my eyebrows. “You’ll get so many likes on your Instagram and Twitter that--”

“I don’t have either of those.”

“Your phone will be blowing up.”

He took a leisurely drink of beer. “How are they going to get my number?”

I did the mental eye roll thing, and hoped it wasn’t obvious. I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d ever got laid without the assistance of others.

“I’m sure this won’t be the only time Kelli’s had to deal with fans going wild over someone,” I said. “We’ll figure out a way to get it to them.”

“Who’s them?” Franky asked.

I shot Franky the stink eye. “His fans.”

He scratched the sides of his head with his fingertips and gave me a wild-eyed look. “Oh. Yeah. There’ll be plenty of those.”

I let my glare soak in for a minute, and then looked at Eric. “So, you think you’re ready?”

“I’m always ready.” He raised his bottle of beer. “This is going to be pretty cool.”

I was beginning to think the opposite. If it got me closer to the end of the show, and in turn, closer to being with Franky, that was all that mattered. Although I enjoyed my time with Les, I could clearly see that spending two weeks with Eric was going to be nothing short of a disaster.

“It’ll be awesome,” I lied.

“So, how are we going to do this?” Franky asked.

“I’m open for suggestions,” I said. “I thought maybe you could help us find girls who were interested.”

He leaned against the edge of the bar. “Didn’t sound like the thing with Karen went too well. I don’t know if--”

“I thought it went pretty good,” Eric said. “Did she say something to you?”

Franky looked at me. I raised my hand to the side of my face, hoping to shield it from Eric’s view.

I shot Franky a glare.

Franky’s eyes darted to Eric. “No,” he said, all but choking on the word. “Lou said she wasn’t there long. Hell, with that cock of yours stretching her out, she was probably done after a few minutes though, huh?”