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Brooke rolled her eyes and inspected her lipstick in a mirror that hung from the ceiling.
“I haven’t been. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but this movie’s going to flop and I’ve been cast on a new TV show with Genevive Riley.” She patted her lipstick with her index finger and gave me a sideways look. “I don’t care about you anymore.”
“Who’s been leaking information to the media, then?” I wondered. Brooke pointed to the glass doors that led outside and I frowned when I saw Preston out there.
Why isn’t he inside with everyone else?I wondered. He looked like he was talking to someone, and when I pushed the door open, I heard the end of his conversation with a journalist.
“Yes, it’s unconventional,” he said. “A four-way relationship? All I know is that the bed must becrowded.”
The journalist stared when he saw me and Preston wheeled around.
“Kyla!”
I wasn’t in the mood for being friendly.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Preston looked sheepish, and his face turned red.
“Is — isn’t the movie still screening?”
“It is.”
The redness in his face faded as he regained his composure.
“Well, why aren’t you inside?”
“Why are you talking about us with the media?” I demanded, with my hands on my hips. “Our private life is none of your business.” I no longer cared that we were still surrounded by journalists and photographers. Washethe reason I’d failed to secure a single acting job after twelve months of auditions?
“Haven’t you heard?” Preston’s expression was back to its usual look of boredom. “There’s no such thing as bad publicity. This movie was guaranteed toflopuntil I gave the media a new angle to cover it from.”
“So you’re ruining our lives and careers… for money?” I was flabbergasted. “Dean’s siblings might have to live in acarif he can’t find work. And I…”
“You’re a nobody,” Preston said simply. “A tiny cog in a machine that’s much bigger than you.”
That was it. I’d had enough.
I’d had enough of hiding our relationship, insisting that me and the guys were good friends in interviews, and feeling like a failure as an actress — all while I was doing a stellar job of playing a fictional character in my real life.
I marched back into the movie theater, grabbed Wyatt’s hand, and made sure all three of them were behind me as I returned to the throng of media reporters outside.
“What are you doing?” Isaac asked.
“There’s no such thing as bad publicity, right?” I was on a mission, and none of them could talk me out of what I was about to do.
“Erm… I can confirm from first-hand experience that there absolutelyis,” Isaac said. But it was too late. The four of us stood in front of the media as I clapped my hands to make sure I had every single person’s attention.
“Excuse me, everyone…”
My gamble had paid off.
The day after the premiere, we were on the front page of every newspaper. There was a photo of the four of us standing together, my jaw set at a determined angle, followed by the most sensationalist headlines the papers could create.
