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.Who are you and what have you done with my cousin?”“Chase is rubbing off on you because you’re so irritating these days.”“No you’re just moody all the time,” she mumbles.Truth is, I don’t care anymore.No amount of designer clothes and makeup can perk me up today.Whoa, that has to be an original thought.Me, not obsessing over clothes, hair, and perfection? What is wrong with me today?We jump in my car and make our way to Target, Quinn insists on a normal store instead of an expensive boutique.Gross.She drives because I still need my morning java to wake up.My phone buzzes.I fumble to answer it and smile at an email from Caspian.Deena,Hope you got lots of sleep this morning.-CasI reply back, completely aware of the smile on my face.Caspian,I did.I’m going shopping with my cousin Quinn right now.Baby shopping!-DeenaIt feels weird to use my real name, but I feel different when I chat with him, like I’m a whole new girl.Quinn looks over at me from the driver’s seat.“Who ya texting?”I hide my phone screen from her.“I’m not texting.I’m emailing.”She rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Like there’s a difference.”“How are things with the Mister?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her as we get out of the car and walk towards the entrance.“Amazing.Chase is just so sweet and puts me before everything else.He made me dinner last night and then gave me a massage.I didn’t think it was possible to—”“Blah!” My hand goes up to stop her from talking.“Sorry, thought I could handle all the sticky sweetness that is Hollywood’s favorite couple, but please don’t go on.”Another truth.I love them both, but am insanely jealous.Before we go shopping, we grab some coffee from the Starbucks inside.“Tall, soy Frappuccino,” I tell the teenage girl behind the counter.I look at Quinn.“What do you want? I’m buying.”“I’ll have a chai tea please,” Quinn tells the girl.The barista gives us a huge smile and rings up the order.Her hands shake as she takes my credit card.She eyes my card, which has my real name on it, not Ginger.“You’re Ginger Teague, right?”I give her a tempered grin.Gimme my coffee before you ask for my autograph, bitch.“Sure am.”She squeals before handing me my card back.“I can’t believe you’re here! In my store! You have to tell me that you aren’t getting back together with that asshole again.”I hate it when people comment on my personal life when they don’t know me.I give her a condescending look before replying.“Even if I did.It’s none of your business.” I’m not supposed to be rude, but I’m in no mood to take relationship advice from a barista.I don’t even bother to look at the expression on her face.A guy from behind her hands us our coffee.I graciously take it and look at Quinn.With my eyes, I tell her, See this is why I don’t shop at chain stores.Next time, we go to my favorite stores.At least there, no one fawns over me.“Thanks for the joe,” I sing song out to her, raising my cup.As soon as we turn around, I scoff to Quinn.“You better believe I love this baby.I wouldn’t shop at Target for anyone else.” I rub her stomach, and Quinn grabs a cart.“Hey, I love shopping at Target.You used to love it as well.”“That was high school, and I loved any place that wasn’t home.”Quinn gives me a wink.“Sure, whatever.So, how was your trip to Nashville? Get the part?”It’s embarrassing to explain what really happened so I skimp on details.“I wasn’t a right fit.”“Did you go visit your parents?”“No.”“Did you drink?”I stop dead in my tracks.“What is this, an inquisition?”“Just curious…”I don’t want to worry her.Shrugging my shoulders, I answer.“Nope.”She grabs my hand.“I’m so proud of you! Did you do anything interesting?”I’m itching to tell her about Caspian, but I don’t want to make a big deal over a guy who so obviously just wants to be my friend.When we get inside the store, I pull her close and hook my arm in hers.Screw it.I have to tell somebody.“I did meet…someone.”Her eyes widen.“Yes! It’s about time.Tell me everything.”“It’s not like that.Sure he’s kind of oddly cute if one can overlook smoking and grunginess, but there was something sort of…sweet about him.”“Oh my God, you’re killing me here.What is he like? Name? How did you meet? Anyone is better than that scumbag, Barrett
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