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I don’t look. My eyes are on my boyfriend who waves to the audience as Jack Highland introduceshim.
The audience cheers andwhistles.
“Is she wearing an Adidas crop top?” I askOscar.
“Yep.”
“She’s been following me all day,” Isay.
“I’d say you have a fan,” Oscar tells me, “but really it’s just Maximoff’s fan being confused and followingyou.”
I pop my gum in my mouth and flip him off. A few cameras flash atme.
Fuck, I’m not used to that yet. With paparazzi, I can pretend cameras exist purely for Maximoff. In the venue, surrounded by fans, it’s more obvious where their attention istrained.
I catch Maximoff staring at me, and my mouth slowlystretches.
He cracks his knuckle, licks his lips, and diverts his gaze. I want to tell him he can stare at me all day. Everyday.
Jack mans a podium on stage and angles the mic to his mouth. “Firstquestion.”
In the audience, an assistant passes a mic to a girl in the aisle. A line is already cued up forquestions.
“Ummm…this is for Jane.” The preteen pushes her glasses. “If you could date any of the bodyguards, who would it be and why?” She mumbles athank youand darts to herseat.
Jane’s eyes go utterlywide.
“Fuck,” Oscar curses beneath hisbreath.
Jack Highland is fast. “Good question.” He smiles sincerely. “But we’re not answering any that involve bodyguards today. Nextup?”
Maximoff noticeably eases. I’m just glad he had the bright idea of bringing Jack on tour tomoderate.
I hook my aviators on my V-neck.
The assistant hands the mic to the next fan inline.
A short boy clears his throat. “Before I ask my question, I’d just like to say that I totally agree with the Jane-Farrow ship. Jarrow forever!” He pumps his fist in the air to moderateapplause.
I roll my eyes, and photos snap my reaction. Probability that I’m a gif tomorrow = high. Someone even shouts, “Oh my God, he doesn’t likeJarrow!”
Jane lifts her mic to her pink lips. “Farrow is a lovelyperson.”
Maximoff raises his mic. “But he’staken.”
Gasps flood the room, and my smile is killingme.
Oscar whispers in my ear, “Boyfriend’sterritorial.”
I’m enjoyingthis.
“Taken by who?” the boyasks.
“That’s for Farrow to know,” Jack Highland says, his charisma softening the words. “Remember, we’re all here for Maximoff, Jane, Charlie, Beckett, and Sulli.” He waves his mic, and the crowd cheers for them. Many shoutI love youto the famousones.
The boy puts his lips too close to the mic. “Jane, who would you ship yourselfwith?”
“Happiness,” Janeanswers.
