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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

THE ONE WITH THE DIAGRAM

WestParkerComedy: Philly, I think you’ve been my favorite city yet

HexedHeroine commented on WestParkerComedy’s post: Idk I think you’re gonna like Baltimore even more

Comment reply: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

Comment reply: Mommy and Daddy have something up their sleeve. I can feel it…

I’m the last one to come down in the morning, sleeping through the alarm Frankie set for a shower. She wakes me before going downstairs to start some coffee, reminding me she’s going back to Boston in a few hours.

Frankie’s got to figure out what comes next for her, while I stay behind and do the same for me. I don’t really know what it is I’m looking for, but something tells me I might find it if I keep doing what I’m doing. Part of me wishes we were both in Boston doing it together like we do everything else, but I don’t think I’m ready to go home yet.

Sam is first on Frankie’s figure-out list—meaning she’s officially ending whatever’s left of their flatlined relationship. I’m not sure it had a heartbeat to begin with, but I’m proud of her regardless.

She’d come to the conclusion three days ago when he texted her about not liking her name being tied to all this weird shit—his words, not mine—with me.

I texted him a diagram with step-by-step instructions on how to find the clit and G-spot. He blocked me and West within minutes.

Not sure why he brought West into it, but this just proves my point—dude’s a fucking dud.

“Feeling better?” Frankie asks when I enter the kitchen after taking a quick shower, hoping to wash the memory of West’s touch from my skin before seeing him.

She’s the second person to notice me. West’s eyes are on me the millisecond I’m in the same room.

Oh, yeah… I had a headache. “Much.” I smile, pouring myself a cup of coffee. The steam from the mug hides the heat I feel from West’s gaze for no more than a single breath.

I lean against the counter, my hair still damp. My black leggings are tucked into a pair of white socks, but I’m still in a fuzzy pair of slippers I take everywhere I travel. Floor crusties on the bottom of my feet can make or break my entire day. I chose a simple white tank top, preparing myself for the layers I’ll throw over this outfit to ride with Frankie to the train station.

“Good! Because you have two more viral videos from last night.” Frankie pats the seat beside her at the kitchen table. West is on the other end.

I slide in, and she shows me the first. It’s from someone a few rows behind. You can’t see my face from their angle, but it catches West perfectly.

6.7 million views.

Frankie holds the phone while I scroll through comments.

Comment: YES! See, this is what we’re keeping them popular for!

Comment: Goddamn it, I’m so single

Comment: looks like his dream girl? I hope they livestream the wedding

My face isn’t hidden in the next video. It looks like it was taken from the VIP section right beside us. They zoom into West’s shirt, panning back to me.

This one has eight million views and was posted an hour after the other.

Comment: She looks like such a bitch why would he even entertain her

Comment reply: No, seriously. Like, compared to the other girls he’s been spotted with too? She’s not even THAT pretty!

Comment reply: Y’all sound jealous & ugly

West talks for the first time since I left his room early this morning. “Congrats on three million followers, by the way.”