has been littered with comments left by the jealous fans. I’m thinking the easiest way would be to create a forum of some kind so that we can keep all the chatter separate from the abstinence challenge responses. Oh, and we’re going to have to put some kind of profanity filter on it ASAP!”
“Profanity filter?” I repeated, shocked.
“Jealous fangirls can be quite vulgar,” Robin said matter-of-factly. “I went on a deleting spree this morning, but there’s no way I’ll be able to keep up with it.”
“Why would they care about me? It’s not like Kyle and I are dating or anything.”
“Are you kidding?” Robin laughed.
I didn’t mean to sound stupid with all the questions, but I was having a very hard time wrapping my head around all of this.
When Robin cringed again, I tried to prepare myself because whatever was making her look so pale couldn’t be good news.
“You haven’t seen Tralse’s website today.” She said it as a statement, not a question.
Without saying another word—apparently there were none to explain the coming horror—Robin surfed over to Tralse’s website. Aside from having posted videos from the concert last night of their new song, Kyle had posted a new blog.
“ Ten reasons why Virgin Val sucks? ” I screeched.
A couple walking past the store looked up, startled, so I bit my tongue to keep from spouting profanities of my own.
I clicked on the blog. There was no way to make myself not click on it.
The Top Ten Reasons Why Virgin Val Sucks
10. She called me a one-hit-wonder.
9. She doesn’t appreciate the endearing nickname I gave her.
8. She makes me write stupid blogs about her at four in the morning.
7. She’s encouraging people not to have sex.
6. She blew me off when I asked her out.
5. She has a crush on a douche bag.
4. She won’t answer any of my calls.
3. She’s such a tease with her look-but-don’t-touch policy.
2. I played a whole effing concert just for her and she didn’t come even though she told me she would. (You’re such a liar!)
And the #1 reason why Virgin Val sucks?
I still want her anyway.
A full minute of silence passed with me staring at the computer screen, blinking over and over, hoping that the next time my eyes closed the blog would disappear.
“It’s actually very sweet…” Robin said. “If you think about it.”
My jaw, which had already fallen slack, hit the floor as I gaped at her. “Sweet?” I choked on the word. “I’m going to KILL him!”
I whipped out my phone and texted, “Where R U? We need 2 talk NOW!” to Cara. I hadn’t heard from her since she went to the concert yesterday, which kind of had me worried, but she’s a big girl and I’m not her babysitter.
“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” I screeched again.
I’d startled both Robin and Margret with that second outburst, but I just couldn’t help it. I’d never been so angry in all my life. I must have looked as close to going off the deep end as I felt too, because Margret patted my shoulder and said, “Valerie, dear, why don’t you take a break for fifteen minutes or so. You need to get some air.”
“I’m sorry, Margret.” I sighed, trying to rein in my temper. I shouldn’t worry her so much—she’s liable to have a heart attack. “I’m okay.”
“Nonsense dear. You go with your friend and relax for a bit.” She glanced around at the empty story and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I can manage on my own until you get back.”
“Thanks, Margret.”
I dragged Robin over to the food court, and she continued to fill me in on everything while I got my usual orange smoothie and then went over to the frozen yogurt stand. I was in luck, because this guy Reggie was working, and he has this big nerdy crush on me so he always puts a shot of chocolate frozen yogurt in my smoothie when his boss isn’t looking.
“Hey, Valerie!” he chirped as I handed him my cup.
Robin wrinkled up her nose as she realized what he was doing.
“Profanity filter?” I repeated, shocked.
“Jealous fangirls can be quite vulgar,” Robin said matter-of-factly. “I went on a deleting spree this morning, but there’s no way I’ll be able to keep up with it.”
“Why would they care about me? It’s not like Kyle and I are dating or anything.”
“Are you kidding?” Robin laughed.
I didn’t mean to sound stupid with all the questions, but I was having a very hard time wrapping my head around all of this.
When Robin cringed again, I tried to prepare myself because whatever was making her look so pale couldn’t be good news.
“You haven’t seen Tralse’s website today.” She said it as a statement, not a question.
Without saying another word—apparently there were none to explain the coming horror—Robin surfed over to Tralse’s website. Aside from having posted videos from the concert last night of their new song, Kyle had posted a new blog.
“ Ten reasons why Virgin Val sucks? ” I screeched.
A couple walking past the store looked up, startled, so I bit my tongue to keep from spouting profanities of my own.
I clicked on the blog. There was no way to make myself not click on it.
The Top Ten Reasons Why Virgin Val Sucks
10. She called me a one-hit-wonder.
9. She doesn’t appreciate the endearing nickname I gave her.
8. She makes me write stupid blogs about her at four in the morning.
7. She’s encouraging people not to have sex.
6. She blew me off when I asked her out.
5. She has a crush on a douche bag.
4. She won’t answer any of my calls.
3. She’s such a tease with her look-but-don’t-touch policy.
2. I played a whole effing concert just for her and she didn’t come even though she told me she would. (You’re such a liar!)
And the #1 reason why Virgin Val sucks?
I still want her anyway.
A full minute of silence passed with me staring at the computer screen, blinking over and over, hoping that the next time my eyes closed the blog would disappear.
“It’s actually very sweet…” Robin said. “If you think about it.”
My jaw, which had already fallen slack, hit the floor as I gaped at her. “Sweet?” I choked on the word. “I’m going to KILL him!”
I whipped out my phone and texted, “Where R U? We need 2 talk NOW!” to Cara. I hadn’t heard from her since she went to the concert yesterday, which kind of had me worried, but she’s a big girl and I’m not her babysitter.
“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” I screeched again.
I’d startled both Robin and Margret with that second outburst, but I just couldn’t help it. I’d never been so angry in all my life. I must have looked as close to going off the deep end as I felt too, because Margret patted my shoulder and said, “Valerie, dear, why don’t you take a break for fifteen minutes or so. You need to get some air.”
“I’m sorry, Margret.” I sighed, trying to rein in my temper. I shouldn’t worry her so much—she’s liable to have a heart attack. “I’m okay.”
“Nonsense dear. You go with your friend and relax for a bit.” She glanced around at the empty story and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I can manage on my own until you get back.”
“Thanks, Margret.”
I dragged Robin over to the food court, and she continued to fill me in on everything while I got my usual orange smoothie and then went over to the frozen yogurt stand. I was in luck, because this guy Reggie was working, and he has this big nerdy crush on me so he always puts a shot of chocolate frozen yogurt in my smoothie when his boss isn’t looking.
“Hey, Valerie!” he chirped as I handed him my cup.
Robin wrinkled up her nose as she realized what he was doing.
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