Pull (Seaside #2)(48)

“Dude, if it bothers you that much, just build one.”

“Now there’s a thought… We’ve already established how sexy I look in a visor. Imagine me in the green apron.”

“You need taffy or something, you’re losing your mind.”

“Agh.” I cursed and flipped off the TV. “Story of my life.”

“Later, bro. I’ll text or call if I find out anything on my end.

Just stay invisible, don’t drink and drive, don’t do drugs, make good choices, guard your virtue—”

“Screw off.” I hung up the phone laughing.

Bob moved to stand in front of me. “Know any restaurants interested in some free Cristal?”

Bob laughed. “I’ll go make some donations, shall I?”

“That’s the spirit.” I got up and slapped him on the back. I didn’t want to watch any more TV. I mean, most of what people said was crap anyways. I just wasn’t sure how I was supposed to talk to Alyssa and the rest of the group about all of this. I mean, the stuff everyone was dealing with was super private. I would rather die than have them think they couldn’t trust me, or that I was just waiting to put them on TV. Then again, people got weird when opportunities for fame came up. I just hoped they wouldn’t flip tonight during the meeting like Mrs. Murray had when she came barreling through my door that morning. Threatened. She’d actually threatened me. It had been a long time since an adult had done so much as point their finger in my face. I told her I would step down as group leader, which just made her more furious.

Apparently, it wasn’t the whole reality show thing that had her ticked. It was her worry that all that extra attention would hurt the rest of the group. After all, group therapy was counseling, which legally wasn’t anyone’s business but that person’s. She said she’d notify the members that they no longer had to attend and shook her head.

I felt like I had let everyone down. Again. This time I knew it was my fault. If I hadn’t nearly killed myself last year, our publicists wouldn’t be trying to find some lame ways to salvage my reputation. I just wish they would have told me what they had up their sleeves before announcing it to the media.

Later that night I found out just how thrilled everyone was about the whole rumor of me doing a reality show.

Holly and Aaron glared when I opened the door. I cursed and ran my hands through my hair. “Not that I have to defend myself, but it’s not true.”

“What’s not true?” Sam pushed past them and hit me on the shoulder.

“This * is doing a reality show here in Seaside.

Cameras have been following him for the past month. So was that whole speech just for TV then, Demetri?” Aaron was chest to chest with me. I took a step back and put my hands in the air.

“Okay, first off, you need to chill. Second, do you see any cameras in my house? I mean, seriously? Third, do you think I want all my own shit on live TV for people to see? Do you realize how messed up my life has been? It’s not like I want to broadcast the fact that my brother got my girlfriend pregnant, or that I had a drug problem.”

“Your brother? A son?” Holly tilted her head.

Crap. I forgot I had only told Alyssa, and that it wasn’t in group. “It’s not important.” I glared at both of them and waited.

They slowly nodded their heads and walked into the living room. I exhaled and stole a glance at Sam. “You mad too?”

He shook his head. “Girls love celebrities, why would I be mad?”

I groaned. “Panty throwing isn’t all it’s cracked out to be.”

“Yeah, pretty sure that’s a lie.” Sam laughed and walked into the living room. I waited near the door. How the hell was I going to explain this to Alyssa? She’d been working all day. She sent me a text an hour ago saying she’d be at group, but it was ten minutes past six and she still wasn’t here. I began to pace.

The doorbell rang. I nearly knocked myself out opening the door.

Alyssa stood there, her smile was so bright I found myself staring at her for a few minutes in complete silence.

“May I come in? Or are you just going to stare like an idiot all night?” She put her hand on her hips. She was wearing low slung hip hugger jeans with a cute hot pink tank top and flip flops.

I wanted to maul her.

I stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. “How about we go hang out alone… and leave everyone here?”

“Some group leader you are…” came a voice behind me. I turned to see Sam shaking his head in amusement. “Come on, Alyssa, you can sit by me.”

“No touching.” I eyed them both and shut the door.

Sam lifted an eyebrow as if to say no promises. I flipped him off as if to say I’d break every one of his fingers if he even thought about it, and made my way into the room. We were missing our final member, but I wasn’t sure if he was coming back after all the drama from last time.

Sure enough, the minute I sat down the doorbell rang again.

I opened the door and was happy to see Connor standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“You made it.” I reached out to shake his hand. He nodded and shook my hand and took a step into the house just as a flash went off. I cursed and looked at the boardwalk where several paparazzi were setting up camp.