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way is good with me, just as long as I can call you. And you did just say I can call you, Charly.” He paused, as if knowing the silence would make his statement marinate in her head. He nodded. “Remember, you invited me to. I’ll see you at the bottom of the hill.” He turned, then took off running with a cloud of dirty-looking smoke in his wake as he dragged the tire behind him.
    Charly was about to chase or call after him, but changed her mind. She had nothing to prove; her work on the show had spoken for her. Otherwise, why would he and the other guys have requested her help on their project? With what they were worth individually, not to mention the connections that came with their star status, they could afford anyone’s help with the girls’ retreat. But they’d chosen her, so that confirmed her ability and credibility. “You’re cute, but not that cute. Okay, maybe you are, but so am I,” she said under her breath, then stopped. Another cloud of dirt floated in the air, coming her way. She covered her eyes with one hand, squinting to get a good look at the cause. “What in the . . . ?”
    â€œCharly! Charly!” a voice was calling her, and Charly couldn’t tell if it was male or female. Whatever sex it belonged to, it was loud and amplified, indicating it had to be sounding through some sort of speakers.
    Charly tilted her head and focused her eyes. A steady hum of a motor met her ears, and she questioned if she was hearing things. She was up in the mountains, after all. Or what she assumed to be mountains, she told herself when she spotted a golf-cart-looking buggy climbing up her way with a tiny boy in it. She noticed he wore a set of dull grays that resembled her faded pink running gear and was in the driver’s seat with a bullhorn pressed against his mouth, still calling her name. “Yes?” Charly answered.
    â€œCharly! Charly!” the voice was still blaring.
    â€œHey, bruh. I’m over here!” Charly yelled back, deciding to greet whoever in a friendly manner, and “sis” had worked on her when Eden had used it. It had made her feel at ease, so she thought she’d try the family-type moniker on Mr. Bullhorn. Charly put a hand on her hip. Clearly this dude has to be in love with his own voice , she said to herself, a bit peeved that whoever-he-was was still calling her name after they’d locked eyes. For a second, Charly thought about asking the boy if the device was connected to his lips, then changed her mind after the dune-buggy-looking mobile came to a stop and the guy, clad in a shirt that had GOLDEN BOY TRAINER stretched across his chest, hopped out. Charly raised her arm and waved her hand in the air even though they were only feet apart. “I’m right here , bruh,” she sang between clenched teeth.
    The boy nodded, running his tiny hand over his extremely thin and curly sandy-brown hair. He walked closer to her, and she saw his smooth chocolate skin was dotted with hundreds of freckles. “I see you. I just wanted to make sure you heard me—you know, in case you had on headsets,” he said. His words were dry and flat, and his unhappy tone said he was clearly lying. “I’ve been sent to get you so you don’t get lost.” He looked back at Charly. “I’m Bopsy, one of the trainers in Lex’s camp,” Charly thought she heard him say.
    â€œBopsy?” Charly questioned, following behind. She hadn’t even been here a full day, and already she was bumping heads with somebody. She could already hear Liam’s mouth chastising her about not liking someone and her explaining that she was not at fault, which he’d never believe. Maybe his tone isn’t as nasty as I think, and I’m just tired , she tried to convince herself. She did have a habit of reaching a state of irritation quicker when she was sleep deprived.
    â€œNo, not Bop sy. I said Bob