Page 69 of Rebel

“Over here!”

“Dead Ringers!

“Look this way!”

“Chase!”

“Beck!”

Surprisingly, my name is screamed a lot. The whole ride here, I was nervous, but Chase sensed it, so when I got out, he helped me. He is a perfect gentleman as he leads me down the carpet packed with reporters and other stars—the likes of which I’ve only ever seen on TV.

Trav and Kolton follow us until we are stopped and directed. Chase helps me, placing a hand on my hip and tilting his chin up. “Look aloof, like you’re above them. Don’t let them see you falter,” he tells me.

I do as I’m told, swallowing my nerves, knowing the sharks are circling.

We pose for a lot of photos before we move on. The guys sign autographs, but I still when I see a little girl with my name on a board. Ignoring the guys’ and Rachel’s urging, I hurry over, crouch, and smile at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She practically bounces. “My name is Beck too!” She giggles. “My brother is a fan of your band.”

“And are you?” I grin.

“No.”

I laugh, and she giggles.

“I wasn’t until you. I love your voice,” she tells me. “Can I have an autograph?”

“Of course.” I take her pen and sign, almost putting my real name.

“Can I have a picture?” she asks. I turn and smile as she snaps one, still giggling.

Rachel heads over as I’m turning back. “We are waiting,” she growls.

“This is my brother.” I turn back to the girl and stand to grin at the red-faced teenager. “He’s shy. He has a crush on Chase.”

“Is that right?” I grin. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Beck,” Rachel hisses.

Ignoring her, I hold up my hand. “Wait here,” I tell him, winking at his sister.

I hurry to the guys, who are watching me and waiting before a clear photo booth. Grabbing Chase’s hand, I interlace our fingers and drag him over. “Chase, this is . . .” I blink.

His sister nudges him, but the teenager just gawks. She sighs and shakes her head. “Andrew.”

“Andrew,” I tell him. “He’s a big fan.”

“Nice to meet you, Andrew.” Chase smiles kindly for once, reaching over and signing his poster. Trav and Kolton come over and sign it as well. “Do you want a picture?”

“Umm . . . yes.” Andrew stumbles over the words when his sister smacks him again.

“I’ll take it.” I grab his phone when he’s unresponsive, and Chase wraps his arm around the kid, smiling wide.

Andrew smiles, and I snap a few photos before handing it back as Chase drapes his arm over my shoulders. “Nice to meet you.” He waves at Andrew’s sister, and I wave as well as Rachel grabs me and starts dragging us away. When I turn back, I wave once more, seeing Andrew blushing as he clutches his phone like a lifeline. His sister high-fives him.

“We don’t have time for you to mess around,” Rachel chastises me. “You also showed off your ass while crouching in that dress. Stick to the plan.”

I wince. “Sorry, she was just so?—”

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