Page 140 of Flipping His Script


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But was anyone doing anything to diffuse the situation?

No.

Even our waitress, who'd been delivering drinks to a nearby table, merely stared as the women glowered down at me like I'd just been caught tonguing a goat.

Apparently, I was on my own.

In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Listen, whatever you think, you don't have the full story, all right?"

Andthisis when my mom piped up, "And besides, Flynnicity's yesterday's news." With a smugness that was hard to miss, she announced loud enough for everyone to hear, "Now, it's Flanna, and you'd better get used to it."

Huh?It took me a moment to realize what she meant.

Flynn and Anna.

Flanna.

Good Lord.

I made a sound of frustration. "It's not Flanna. It's not anything."

The redhead gave a little swagger. "Got that right."

And just when I thought things couldn't get any more embarrassing, I caught sight of a burly-looking man two tables over. He was holding some sort of video camera pointed straight in our direction.

It wasn't just a phone type of camera either. It was something a whole lot bigger and more official looking.

Sitting across from him was a stylish brunette who looked vaguely familiar.

With a start, I suddenly realized where I'd seen her. She'd been sitting near us at the waffle house, too, just before that scene with Felicity.

I felt my gaze narrow.What was this? A setup?

I glared straight at the camera even as the two fan-girls argued back and forth with my mom.

"And besides," my mom was saying, "Flanna sounds a lot better than Flynnticity."

The redhead gave a huff of annoyance. "For the last freaking time, there's no 't'."

The spiky one muttered, "Says you."

I was still glaring at the camera, hoping the guy holding it would take the hint.

He didn't.

He was still filming and not bothering to hide it either.

With an irritated sigh, I pushed back my chair and stood.

My mom stopped arguing long enough to ask, "Where are you going?"

I wasn't quite sure. If I were here by myself, I'd simply pay up and leave. But unless I wanted to drag my mom away kicking and screaming – because yes, thatiswhat it would take – I was severely limited in options.

I heard myself say, "To the restroom."

I needed some alone time and fast.

But to my infinite frustration, when I turned and began heading in that direction, the two women followed after me.