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She quickly points out the producer, Russ, who’s standing a few feet away from us. “Russ did some scouting last night and I want to go with him and check out some of the locations so we have an idea of light and timing and such. You stay here and make sure the equipment gets set up and let us know if there’s any problems.”
    â€œSure. I’ll hold down the fort.”
    As I rush over to the equipment van to make sure everything is being unloaded properly, I notice the catering has arrived and I sprint over to clear some room on the preassembled tables that now hold everyone’s coats and bags. Walking back to the RV, balancing a huge pile of belongings, I notice Alex arriving in a black town car. I’m caught off guard when he scans the room, his gaze pauses on me, and then he smiles and waves, like I’m the very person he had been looking to see first thing this morning.
    Not his supposed girlfriend, Elana.

Chapter 8: Alex
    I don’t realize I’m grinning at Eve until I hear the car that dropped me off pulling away. Then I remember the conversation I had in Wes’s office on Friday.
    Be a one-woman man.
    I smooth my face into a more neutral, disinterested look and walk toward Eve. “How’s it going?”
    Eve shrugs and her eyes dart around as if she’s still testing the waters to see if anyone remembers her. “Could be better. But also could be worse.”
    I spot Elana arriving with the round Hispanic woman who is claiming to be her assistant. I carefully conceal myself behind Eve. I’m so not in the mood for this. And what the hell is wrong with Wes? Dropping a bomb like this on me after the article is open to public eyes. When had he told US Weekly ? Obviously before they could write and print that article. What if they had called me asking for a statement? I guess he must have thought of that already. Wes doesn’t screw up details like those.
    But now I’m looking at this girl, and I know she’s not eighteen, and I know I am eighteen, and it’s weird. I wonder if she had the same conversation with her agent, Kara.
    â€œLook, your girlfriend’s here,” Eve says, and I hear the disapproval dripping from every word. Or maybe I’m just imagining it.
    I hate that she knows about me and Elana already, and Eve and I haven’t even gotten started yet. I’m probably going to have to stop texting her. I probably shouldn’t have started in the first place. Lindsey, my ex-girlfriend, was right. I wouldn’t want to choose a girl over career opportunities. That’s what she had said when we decided to break up.
    So, if my two-year-long high school relationship had to go, worrying about being able to continue texting another girl just for fun can’t exactly be a priority at the moment. I run my fingers through my hair. “Right… good . I’ve been waiting for her to show up.”
    Eve gives me a weird look. It feels like forever since I’ve done the girlfriend thing and I have no idea what my next move is. But I decide to man up and break the ice with Elana.
    I step right in front of Elana, interrupting her conversation with someone, and grab her by the hand. “Excuse us for a minute,” I say, grinning at the woman who’s glaring at me like she’s a father about to whip out a shotgun. The nanny posing as an assistant.
    And I really hope my parents don’t pick today to start reading pop culture magazines.
    Elana follows me behind the RV and out of sight from anyone else. “So,” I say, scratching the back of my head. She looks even younger without makeup on. Maybe I should take her to Chuck E. Cheese’s for our first date. “You’re cool with this relationship thing? Because if not—”
    If not what? I don’t know why I presented it that way. Wes didn’t give me a choice, so that means probably Elana doesn’t have one either.
    â€œIts fine with