When It's Real. Erin Watt
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Название: When It's Real

Автор: Erin Watt

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ me, but I definitely didn’t want to rush into things with W after that.

      “Fine, let’s pretend I go along with it,” W says slowly. “Who would be doing the breaking up?”

      His complete one-eighty startles me. I guess I should be relieved that W is agreeable to this, but instead, his casual attitude rubs me the wrong way. One of the great things about W is that he’s so easygoing. He never hassles me about my lack of ambition or the fact that I have zero clue what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. If I can’t make a date because I want to be with my family or I’m working extra shifts, he never complains. I tell myself that’s healthy and good. In the months after my parents’ deaths, his laid-back attitude was just what I needed.

      And since I need him to be cool with this, it shouldn’t irritate me that he’s asking about how our fake breakup is going to shake down as casually as if he’s checking on the weather.

      “How do you want it to happen?” I counter.

      He shrugs. “I should probably do it, but I don’t want any of your friends accusing me of cheating. We’ll just say that it wasn’t working out anymore.”

      Cheating? Do I tell him now or later that I’m supposed to kiss Oakley Ford? Not that either option is available to me, because I’m forbidden from telling W that Oakley is involved. Obviously he’ll find out soon enough, but the agreement I signed forbids me from saying Oakley’s name.

      This is all so screwed up.

      “I’ll make sure everyone knows that you didn’t do anything wrong,” I promise, all the while fighting my growing unease.

      “Good.” He pauses. “And...we can still see each other in secret?”

      I get the feeling that’s not the question he wanted to ask—he hesitated too long before voicing it. But I nod anyway. “It’ll have to be at my house, though. And we’re not allowed to text at all during the breakup. We can talk on the phone, but there can’t be any paper trails. So no texts, Snapchats, Instagram comments, all that stuff.”

      “That’s like some real James Bond shit right there.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So I’ll be having a secret affair with my girlfriend? That’s kinda hot.”

      I swallow my relief. This is good. He’s joking about it already, and for some reason, that tells me we’re going to be okay.

      “Sneaking around will totally be hot,” I say enticingly.

      That gets me a devilish grin in response. “What else?”

      Crap. This is the hard part. “I might be photographed with certain celebrities—”

      His eyes light up. “Like who?”

      “I don’t know yet,” I lie. “But if you do see any pictures of me on the internet, you need to know they’re not real.” I throw in another lie. “Most of them will probably be Photoshopped. Seriously, anything I do this year will not be real. It’ll all be staged, like...think of it as a reality TV show that Diamond is producing.”

      He nods. “Speaking of television shows...”

      My uneasiness grows as I wait for him to continue.

      “If I give you, like, a clip reel of my show, can you pass it along to one of the agents?” he asks hopefully. “I never asked Paisley because we both know she won’t do it, but now her contacts are your contacts, too, right?”

      The request rubs me the wrong way, even though I’d already made up my mind to mention it to Jim. I force myself to swallow my annoyance.

      “I mean, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with all these Hollywood types, industry people, and you know how hard the boys and I work on this show.” There’s something defiant in his eyes now. “This is a chance for us to get our foot in the door. And you said so yourself—you could totally see us getting our own TV show.”

      I rue the day I ever wrote that YouTube comment. “Don’t you want to concentrate on getting your communications degree?” I point out, hoping the reminder will derail him.

      But W waves his hand dismissively. “The only reason I’m a comm major is to get into broadcasting. I want to be a sportscaster. You know that. So if I can fast-track that goal, why not?” When I don’t answer, he flattens his lips unhappily. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this for me?”

      “That’s not what—”

      “I don’t think it’s asking for too much,” he interrupts. “Because if I’m going to be without my girlfriend for a few months—”

      “A year,” I whisper.

      His jaw falls open. “A year? This fake breakup is going to last a year?” He throws up his hands in astonishment. “See? This is a huge sacrifice on my part! It’ll be way easier to deal with all this if I at least get a career opportunity out of it.”

      And knowing you’d be helping me support my family isn’t enough?

      I bite my tongue before the angry words can escape. I see his point, I guess. A year is a long time, and I’m pretty sure we’ll both get tired of sneaking around sooner rather than later. Besides, it’s not like Diamond is going to sign him, so maybe if he receives some constructive criticism from an actual authority, he’ll finally realize that this YouTube thing is a total waste of time.

      “You’re right,” I agree. “We can’t pass up any career opportunities.”

      His expression brightens.

      “Email me whatever you want and I’ll give it to the right people.”

      “Fuck yeah, baby! You’re the best!” He tugs me into his arms and kisses me until I’m breathless, and we’re both laughing when we finally pull apart.

      Well, he’s laughing, and I’m faking it. Story of my life, I guess.

       7

      HER

      On Friday night, forty-eight hours after my trip to USC, W and I “break up.” Before I left his dorm that day, he kissed me, said he loved me, and promised to send me his clip reel as soon as possible. While I don’t feel entirely comfortable vouching for W’s stupid show to Jim Tolson, I’m worried that if I don’t, W won’t be on board with this Oakley job anymore and will break up with me for real. And I’m desperate for him to support me on this.

      Since we don’t go on Facebook very often, our breakup is fed to the masses in two ways.

      1) W removes my Twitter and Instagram handle from his bios. Both used to say “Madly in love with @VeryVaughn.” Now they say nothing.

      2) I Tweet thirty-one characters of pure misery:

      Vaughn Bennett @VeryVaughn

      Breakups SUCK #heartbroken #fml

      Within minutes, Tweets and Instagram DMs come pouring in from our friends. I sit СКАЧАТЬ