27. Bestie

“Nice seeing you, bestie. It’s not too late to come back •~•”

I shift in my seat uncomfortably, cast a quick glance at Jude to make sure his full attention is on the road—it’s after practice and we are in his car, headed to the place he wants me to see—then look back down at my phone.

I’m on Instagram, scrolling through his latest posts.

The above comment is on his latest post, a picture which must have been taken sometime on Sunday. There’s him, standing between two girls—fellow models—with his hands wrapped around their waists.

I click on the username beside the comment. It takes me to a profile of one of the girls in the picture. She has about half a million followers, and her wall is full of glamorous photos. Her name is Abby, she looks about 5’9, and her natural hair is long and curly, the ringlets falling to the middle of her back.

I go back to her comment and check the replies.

“You two look good together”

“Bestie yeah right”

“When are we getting a photoshoot with you two?”

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