Page 20 of You've Got Male

“I am so sorry, Sam. But I’m not really dating right now.”

Sam looked relieved. It wasn’t as if Evie were looking for a date, but did he have to let her off the hook so easily? “Can I atleast get a video with you to get our moms off my back?”

Evie gulped. “My mom set us up?”

“Kind of. She showed my mom the video, my mom got excited about grandkids, and well, here I am, holding a bouquet of pencils.”

First, Julie was going to die, quickly, followed by her mother. “I’m sorry that you were roped into this.”

Sam didn’t answer. Without warning, he hit record. “So, I’m here with the You’ve Got Male girl, uh, Evie. I’m not her Joe Fox, but I know he’s out there. For the record, guys, go with a single red rose, you might fare better than a bouquet of pencils.”

“It wasn’t the pencils—”

But Sam had already hit stop. Evie watched in horror at the number of hearts that immediately lit up the screen. “How many followers do you have?”

“Not me. You’ve Got Male. I tagged your account in the post. I bet this will have a hundred thousand views by the end of the day.”

“A hundred thousand views?” She tried to swallow but horror was too far lodged in her throat.

“Good luck finding your Joe Fox.”

…

“You posted a video of me?” Evie snapped at Julie, who didn’t even bother to look apologetic. Nope. Her ride or die had sold her out and looked proud of herself.

“Multiple, actually. And girl, you are a hot commodity. Thousands of guys want to date the famous You’ve Got Male girl. Just check out your account.”

“I don’t have an account.”

“You do now.”

“You made me an account?”

“You weren’t going to and what are friends for if not to be the best wing-girl on the planet?”

Evie crossed her arms. “A good wing-girl would ask permission first.”

“Yeah, I’m more of a seek-forgiveness-later type.”

“You told a strange man where I work.”

“That was kind of a mistake. The Grinder logo was on your shirt.”

Julie opened the video and pointed to the logo, but Evie was too focused on her frizzy hair and smudged mascara to notice. “Then there’s this one.” She swiped up and another video of Evie offering bagel balls popped up. She swiped again. “And this is my personal favorite.”

Evie was sucking on a popsicle like she was a porn star. “It was hot in the kitchen and I needed a blood sugar boost.”

“Well, your sucking technique is five stars because this is the most viewed video. Over a million views. The public loves it.”

“Julie,” she groaned. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You said you don’t have time to go out and meet guys, so I brought the guys to you.”

“Social media isn’t the answer to everything.”

“Maybe not, but it can get you laid.”

Chapter Seven

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