Page 10 of Baby, It’s You (Clairesville #1)

Olive

“ F uck !” I yell out as I get smacked in the face with the wooden bar stool. I bend down and rip off my mask, grabbing my nose. I feel people begin to crowd around me as blood starts to drip through my fingers. I hear someone yell out for a napkin with urgency.

Okay, I’m bleeding. Badly. I see red drops hit the sticky bar floor.

I don’t do well with blood. You’re going to be okay , I try to convince myself as someone pushes a wad of paper towels into my bunched-up hands.

I throw out a general, “I’m okay! It’s fine, I’m fine,” to everyone around me and lift my head up.

The regulars are looking at me in horror, so I smile while pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to reassure them that I am okay.

At that exact moment, I see the man from the stage before me holding out more paper towels and apologizing profusely.

I couldn’t get a good look at him before with my cardboard mask on, but he’s hot.

So hot. He looks just like Diego Boneta with long curls and facial hair.

I continue to force a smile and start to tell him something along the lines of, “It’s okay. ”

I glance behind him and do a double take when I see myself in the mirror on the wall. Blood is dripping from my nose into my smiling mouth and down the front of my white button-down.

Promptly, I faint.