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“You did this?!”
“Yes!” she answers. “You needed a little push, so I gave you a shove. It’s what I do! Happy Birthday, by the way. I got you number four on your vision board. You’re welcome.”
Vision board? I don’t give a fuck about my vision board right now.
I take a deep breath as nausea takes over my stomach. Lines of people pass by, each one staring intently at my drawings.
Staring at Drew.
I read the placard along the bottom.
“The Objectified Man?!” I bark at Jenna.
“I thought it had a nice ring to it,” she muses. “And, from what I hear, the judges agree.”
“I don’t care about the judges! Take this down. Now!”
“Oh, calm down, Heidi. It’s art. It’s beautiful. The people love it.”
“No, Jenna, these are drawings of private moments,” I say, losing my cool. “You didn’t have the right to do this!”
“Art is all about exposing beautiful, private moments to the world,” she argues.
“Maybe it is for you, but not for me.”
Jenna pauses, reacting to the anger in my voice. “I was just trying to help, Heidi.”
“No, you were butting in like always. Maybe you should learn how to mind your own fucking business sometimes.”
She shifts away, genuinely taken back. My gut churns with regret the moment the words leave my mouth, but I’m too upset to say anything else.
“Okay. I guess I will,” she says slowly. “Sorry.”
Jenna turns around and marches off into the crowd. I deflate, my heart pulling in her direction. The damage is done, unfortunately, and I’m not even sure I’d take it back in the first place.
I retrieve my drawings. It’s still early in the show. Hopefully, no one who knows Drew saw this.
Or worse, no one who knows Seth.
CHAPTER 42
DREW
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, instantly smiling at the contact photo I chose for Heidi: her at the beach party, laughing in that cute white bikini top and shorts.
I answer it. “Hey, there,” I say into the phone. “How’s the Art Fest?”
“Bad,” is all she says.
I slow my stride. “Okay, what’s up?”
“Before I tell you, I want you to know that I got rid of all the evidence.”
“Is this something we should talk about in person?” I quip.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know. Drew, I’m...”
Her voice falls.
