She rolls her eyes dramatically, tossing down her chicken strip and grabbing her phone. She immediately starts typing away. She’s quiet for a minute, and I spend that whole minuteglaring at her head, but she’s too far down the astrology rabbit hole to care.
She pauses and then drops her phone, leaning back in her seat. Without another word, she tilts her head to the ceiling and cackles.
“What?” I grumble, because now I’m interested. Don’t judge me for it. You would be, too. I don’t know much about astrology, and I don’t put much weight into it, but I can admit it’s fun to play around with when you’re looking to feel some sense of purpose in this life.
Whitney gives her head a shake, her laugh tapering off. When she meets my eyes again, there’s a whole new look in them. I don’t like the excitement I see, how much whatever she just read pleases her.
“He’s anAries,” she says, barking out another laugh. “Because, of course he is.”
Hot heated. Impulsive. Confident. Oh, yeah. Carter Forkerro definitely fits that bill. It makes sense, and even though I know Whit is chomping at the bit to get his full chart, I refuse to ask her any more questions. Although I’m intrigued, if she gets a whiff of interest from me, this is going to turn into a full-on investigation.
This already feels oddly creepy for two girls to be doing when one has no intention of seeing a guy again.
“Arden.”
I let out a long breath through my nose. “What?”
“You’re a Sagittarius.” She says it seriously. Like this is crucial and time-sensitive information.
I finish off my apple juice. “And?”
She chuckles again and shakes her head, like she just realized this situation is going to be much more entertaining than expected. Neither of us knows the man, but it seems Whitneyis already playing out the highlight reel of our lives in her mind.
“It means you’re compatible as fuck.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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I groan,throwing my head back as Declan’s stupid smirk grows from behind his phone screen. He’s holding it right in front of my face while I finish my set. Kid can barely breathe because he was in the middle of a HIIT workout when he got a notification and sprinted across the gym to shove this PR nightmare under my nose.
FINDING FORKERRO’S MYSTERY GIRL
I kid you not, teenage girls on TikTok have compiled a list of women I have been linked to over the last little while. They found their socials, their jobs, and their full names. FBI level shit. There is nothing scarier than a woman on a quest for answers. I’d prefer if I never had to be the target of one of their covert missions, but apparently, I have become just that.
I drop my arms from the triceps pulley and snatch Lowesy’s phone from his hand.
I scroll because I need to know what chaosZoeyBug410has created for me.
I watch the video and my stomach sinks to my ass. They’re out here naming everyone like it’s a hit list, even women I don’t know. Some girl named Armani, who was in our section atIceboxlast weekend. Half of her face is in the back of a picture I’m in. Never met her. Not sure why she was there or who she went home with, but it wasn’t me.
They’ve found her Facebook, her Instagram, and her workplace. They have her age, her birthday, and information about her family. How the hell do these girls garner all that information from one eye and half an outfit?
Women. They have powers.
Poor Armani isn’t even going to know what hit her.
There are a few who have some merit. Rochelle was a girl I used to hook up with regularly. Pretty girl. Sweet, too. I liked hanging out with her. It was easy and fun, and we could talk all night, but in the morning, we both knew where we stood. Stopped sleeping with her three months ago when she got a boyfriend.
She’s good shit. Probably should have been her, but it wasn’t.
“Oh, fuck off.”
I glare up at Declan, who is standing there, huffing and puffing with his hands on his hips. His smile is irking me, all teeth and dimples. Eyes full of boy-like wonder because he’s getting a kick out of this.
He nods eagerly. “You get to it yet?”
Yeah, I fucking got to it.
