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“Is that her again?” she asks, peering at the screen.

“Yep.”

Studying me for a minute, Twyler holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

She makes a grabby gesture with her fingers, and I relent. I think she’s going to look at the messages, but she doesn’t, instead saying, “Give it.”

She opens my Chattysnap app and turns on the camera. She shocks me by grabbing a fist full of my shirt and dragging me down. “Get closer,” she says, then arranges us for a selfie, faces pressed close together. She smells good, like something fresh and clean. Without a second glance at her hair or the angle, she presses send and shoots it out to the universe. “There.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You posted that?”

“If she’s texting you, she’s watching your social media.” She shrugs like this is the most obvious thing ever. “Now she knows why you’re not answering. You’re with me.”

I blink, trying to figure out what's happening. “How do you know that?”

Twyler presses the phone back in my hand and laughs. “I live with Nadia, the queen of making menandwomen jealous on social media.”

“Interesting.”

She starts to walk forward, but I grab her by the arm, dragging her back. “Wha—”

“One more.” I position us this time, pulling her close. She doesn’t smile, but rolls her eyes at the camera, and that’s when I turn my head, kissing her on the temple as I snap the picture.

“Reese!” she shouts, pushing me off.

“You started it,” I call as she storms off toward her house. I smile and wave when she reaches the front porch. She flips me off, then turns, slamming the door behind her.

Twyler Perkins may like guys, but I’m definitely not one of them.

5

Twyler

Regret.

That’s how I feel about taking that stupid selfie.

So many freaking regrets.

I don’t even know why I did it. It was completely out of character for me to do something like that. With someone like Reese. Like, what in the world compelled me to put my face on Reese’s social media and blast it to the world?

Okay, maybe not the world, but I checked when I got home, and he has over a hundred thousand followers. No, a lot offans.

But even as I wallow in a bag of chips and my regrets, deep down Iknowwhy I did it.

Shanna Wentworth.

Being shy is the norm for me. I’m used to being overshadowed by big personalities like Nadia, or the cocky, ego-driven guys on the team. But hearing that Shanna started texting Reese more after seeing us together?

Well, that’s just a bitch move.

That dismissiveness lit something inside of me, and for once I just couldn’t sit by and take it any longer. So, I acted. Rashly, and according to the little tracker next to the photo of Reese kissing my cheek, twenty-two thousand people heart it.

I’m not even venturing into the comment section.

I’ve got my hand shoved in the bottom of the chip bag when the door swings open, banging into the wall. “Tell. Me. Everything,” Nadia says with a wide, beaming grin.