focus on your work!â
âIâm getting good grades!â Emily stammered. The green screen gave her skin a Shrek-y glow, like she was going to be sick.
âIâm not talking about class ,â Mac sighed, realizing Emily was still thinking like a civilian instead of a star. Mac pushed her blond hair behind her ears and thought for a second. She knew that Davey liked her , which really wasnât surprising if you thought about it, but stillâshe didnât want Emily to get hurt. Even more than that, she wanted Emily to live up to her Anne Hathaway potential. She lowered her voice. âListen, youâre acting like a starstruck fan instead of a star. You need to snap out of it!â
Emilyâs deep brown eyes widened, and Mac knew she was somewhere between making a point and being mean . But she took it up another notch, because she needed this to stop. âYou cannot act like a crazy fan from Kansas around Davey. Yes, I get you didnât want to kiss him with bad breath, but this is getting to be too much. . . .â She and Emily had already discussed what happened that first day of shooting, but Mac was beginning to suspect something similar might happen again. âI donât want to have to babysit you.â
Emily stopped fiddling with her zipper. âWhat do you mean babysit ?â
âLet me be frank,â Mac said, as if sheâd been tiptoe ing up till now. âI signed up to work with Emily Skylar. Youâve got to leave Emily Mungler behind.â She spoke like she was doing Emily a favor, which she was: She was protecting Emily from herself.
Finally, Emily sighed, like she was giving in. âYouâre right,â she said sadly. âI canât think straight when Iâm around Davey. And my career is bigger than my crush.â Emily pulled her right hand out of the pocket of her Forever 21 hoodie and held it up like she was taking an oath. âI promise not to go Davey-crazy. And from now on you wonât have to remind me that Iâm Emily Skylar ,â she finished. There was a flash of determination in her brown eyes, and she seemed to be pep-talking herself into it.
Mac sighed in relief. She wanted to hug Emily, but also wanted to stay profesh. Sometimes being a bestie would have to come second to being an agent. This was just one of those times. âThanks, babe,â she said simply. âI knew I could count on you.â
âNo, thank you ,â Emily said genuinely, her sweet brown eyes looking positively doe-like. âFor watching out for me.â
Mac just nodded and ushered Emily back to class. But Emilyâs earnest thank-you made Mac feel weirdly unsettled, like sheâd had Pinkberry after her weeks-long ban. It was true: Mac was watching out for Emily. She was helping her career, and she was saving her from possible, even probable, rejection. But a niggling voice at the back of Macâs head kept telling her there might be other reasons she wanted Emily to stay away from Davey. . . .
As they exited the moon setting and stepped back inside the boarding school, Davey glanced up from his desk. His hair fell over one blue eye and he offered Mac a subtle, barely there wink. If she didnât know better, she would have thought he was just blinking. Or just being friendly.
But as the butterflies once again took flight in her belly, she realized something with a jolt.
She liked Davey too.
And there was no theorem that solved love triangles.
CHAPTER TEN
coco
Monday September 28
C oco stood in her white marble bathroom at the
King Bel-Air Hotel, a five-star hacienda off Stone Canyon Road. Her father was the hotel mogul Charles Kingsley, who owned five-star properties around the world and kept residences in all of them. The top floor of the Bel-Air outpost had been her home for as long as Coco could remember.
In her white marble bathroom, Coco put the final swooshes of blue mascara on her eyelashes. To rid
âIâm getting good grades!â Emily stammered. The green screen gave her skin a Shrek-y glow, like she was going to be sick.
âIâm not talking about class ,â Mac sighed, realizing Emily was still thinking like a civilian instead of a star. Mac pushed her blond hair behind her ears and thought for a second. She knew that Davey liked her , which really wasnât surprising if you thought about it, but stillâshe didnât want Emily to get hurt. Even more than that, she wanted Emily to live up to her Anne Hathaway potential. She lowered her voice. âListen, youâre acting like a starstruck fan instead of a star. You need to snap out of it!â
Emilyâs deep brown eyes widened, and Mac knew she was somewhere between making a point and being mean . But she took it up another notch, because she needed this to stop. âYou cannot act like a crazy fan from Kansas around Davey. Yes, I get you didnât want to kiss him with bad breath, but this is getting to be too much. . . .â She and Emily had already discussed what happened that first day of shooting, but Mac was beginning to suspect something similar might happen again. âI donât want to have to babysit you.â
Emily stopped fiddling with her zipper. âWhat do you mean babysit ?â
âLet me be frank,â Mac said, as if sheâd been tiptoe ing up till now. âI signed up to work with Emily Skylar. Youâve got to leave Emily Mungler behind.â She spoke like she was doing Emily a favor, which she was: She was protecting Emily from herself.
Finally, Emily sighed, like she was giving in. âYouâre right,â she said sadly. âI canât think straight when Iâm around Davey. And my career is bigger than my crush.â Emily pulled her right hand out of the pocket of her Forever 21 hoodie and held it up like she was taking an oath. âI promise not to go Davey-crazy. And from now on you wonât have to remind me that Iâm Emily Skylar ,â she finished. There was a flash of determination in her brown eyes, and she seemed to be pep-talking herself into it.
Mac sighed in relief. She wanted to hug Emily, but also wanted to stay profesh. Sometimes being a bestie would have to come second to being an agent. This was just one of those times. âThanks, babe,â she said simply. âI knew I could count on you.â
âNo, thank you ,â Emily said genuinely, her sweet brown eyes looking positively doe-like. âFor watching out for me.â
Mac just nodded and ushered Emily back to class. But Emilyâs earnest thank-you made Mac feel weirdly unsettled, like sheâd had Pinkberry after her weeks-long ban. It was true: Mac was watching out for Emily. She was helping her career, and she was saving her from possible, even probable, rejection. But a niggling voice at the back of Macâs head kept telling her there might be other reasons she wanted Emily to stay away from Davey. . . .
As they exited the moon setting and stepped back inside the boarding school, Davey glanced up from his desk. His hair fell over one blue eye and he offered Mac a subtle, barely there wink. If she didnât know better, she would have thought he was just blinking. Or just being friendly.
But as the butterflies once again took flight in her belly, she realized something with a jolt.
She liked Davey too.
And there was no theorem that solved love triangles.
CHAPTER TEN
coco
Monday September 28
C oco stood in her white marble bathroom at the
King Bel-Air Hotel, a five-star hacienda off Stone Canyon Road. Her father was the hotel mogul Charles Kingsley, who owned five-star properties around the world and kept residences in all of them. The top floor of the Bel-Air outpost had been her home for as long as Coco could remember.
In her white marble bathroom, Coco put the final swooshes of blue mascara on her eyelashes. To rid
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