Date Me

“Sorta. He has a thing for her. Thought I looked like her. Used to call me Abby. He's a little off his rocker. One of those rich guys that thinks he can have anything he lays his eyes on."

"But he couldn't get you?"

"Not today, thanks to you."

He studies my face again. "Yeah, I don't see it. Like when you had your sunglasses on, you kinda resembled her, but as soon as you took them off, it's easy to see your eyes are very different."

"Do you have a card, Allan?"

"Sure." He pulls a card out and hands it to me.

I read it. "Allan Broadmore, actor. Thanks."

His phone buzzes with a text. "Obviously, not a full-time actor. That's my boss. I’ve gotta get back there.”

"Thanks, Allan."

"I didn't catch your name."

"It's Maggie."

"Fun times, Maggie. Maybe I'll come see your show sometime."

"That'd be cool. I'll be the one, um . . . kicking."

I get out of the car and stand outside the coffee shop.

There’s a text from A

I take a photo of Allan’s card and send it to Tommy with a text.

Me: Please call this guy and give him a job in your current endeavor. He has excellent driving skills. When you call him, tell him Maggie the Rockette suggested him.

Tom: That’s kind of a weird request, even for you.

Me: He may have just saved my life.

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Tom: Hang on, your mom's calling me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to slow down the adrenaline coursing through my body.

Then I say a prayer. Thank you for letting me get away. Please keep my mom safe. My family safe.

My phone buzzes.

I open my eyes and look down at it. It’s Tommy.

“Hey,” I say.

“We're bringing you home. This isn't working.”

“No, you aren't. I'm sorry, but you're not.”

“We can make you.”

“How? I'm emancipated, and I have my own money.”

“Don't get smart with me.”

“Well, you try getting chased through the streets of New York City by a psycho and see what kind of mood you’re in.”

Tommy laughs just a little. “You know, I did that in Trinity.”

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you and Mom, but I love my sisters more. Vincent called me Abby today. He’s different. Worse, I think. Mom’s not safe either. You worry about them, and I’ll take care of me.”

I start to get tears in my eyes as I see my friends walking down the street toward me.

Tommy says, “We’ve got to do something.”

“I agree, but you’ll have to excuse me now, my friends are almost here and I have to go pretend to be a normal teenager.”

Garrett is calling me back, but I don’t answer.

I can’t deal with him right now. I can’t deal with any of them right now.

I have to act normal.

I’m normal.

A normal Eastbrooke girl shopping in New York City with her friends.

Just breathe, Keatyn. It will be okay.

“Hey,” Peyton says. “You missed out on all the excitement.”

I laugh.

I actually, really laugh.

They have no idea the excitement I just had.

“I need some coffee,” I say.

What a stupid excuse.

“I need coffee too,” Maggie says. “So what’s up next?”

“We need cute pajamas for PJ day. I know a great lingerie store. Should we go there next?”

“That sounds fun!” Katie says. “I’m thinking I need some new lingerie too.”

“What for?” Maggie asks, nudging Katie with her elbow. “You pla

Katie smirks. “Nope. I’m just going to look so hot that he won’t be able to resist me.”

After we all get coffees, I call our driver and we head to the lingerie store.

We all pick out fun pajamas to wear for PJ day.

“Let’s have a lingerie party tonight,” I suggest. “We’ll drink wine and wear something fabulously sophisticated.”

We have a great time giggling and trying on silky chemises, robes, camisoles, gowns, all sorts of stuff. A

She says, “Who cares if I didn’t make Court. I’d rather buy a gown like this. I feel like a movie star.”

We shop until we can’t shop anymore then head to my loft.

When I walk in my front door, I instantly feel safe.

At home.

While the girls check out the place and claim their bedrooms, I walk into my closet, sit on my chair, and finish my prayer.

Please let this be over soon.

Hot tub naked.

7pm

We all freshen up our makeup, put on our lingerie, and do some shots. By eight, we’re all a bit tipsy and feel like partying.

“This loft is amazing. We should be having a party,” Maggie says.

“Maggie, we are having a party,” A

Ariela and Katie agree. “Do we know anyone in the city we could invite over?”

I can think of two boys who happen to be in the city right now, one of whom has some very important sucking up to do. “Let’s invite some boys.”

“Which boys?” Katie asks.

“Our Homecoming dates. Just our Homecoming dates. But we need to make it fun.”

Maggie mutters, “All we have to say is we’re half naked and drinking wine in a killer loft by ourselves. Get your asses here.”

I laugh. “Well sure, that would work, but let’s make it fun.”

“Wait!” A

“Sleep with them here, yes. Have sex with them, no. It’s not any different than hanging out in their room at school.”

“What if he sees me in the morning and it scares him away?” A

“You’re gorgeous, A

“So what are we go

I type something in my phone and send it to each girl. “Read what I just sent you and tell me what you think.”

Me: Mission: Impossible.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to dance with lingerie-clad girls, drink excessively, eat decadent food, hot tub naked, and party all night long. If you can handle this mission, please reply immediately to get the address, then get your sexy ass here. This message is for your eyes only. Do NOT bring your friends. This is a VERY private party.

P.S. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

“That’s awesome!” Katie squeals. “So we’ll invite Dallas for me, Parker for Maggie, Riley for Ariela, Ace for A

“I have a date, but I don’t want anyone to know who it is. So if I invite him tonight, you have to promise not to tell anyone at school.”

“Deal,” the girls all say.

“Should we send a picture of all of us, holding drinks in our lingerie?” Katie asks.

“No. We want them to be surprised when they get here,” Maggie tells her while I type the proper boys’ names in and send the text.

“Okay, I’m sending it.”

Dallas is the first to reply.

Dallas: I am getting my ass on a train.

Riley: Dallas and I are getting our asses on a train.

Parker: I’m so there.

Ace: Does A

Me: Yes, she does. And yes, she is.

Ace: On my way :) Did she tell you that we’re going out?

Me: She did :)

Ace: Tell her to check her phone. I just made it Facebook official.

Me: Awww, she’ll love that. I’ll tell her.

“A

She looks confused, grabs her phone, presses a few buttons, and then screams, “He MADE IT FACEBOOK OFFICIAL!!!”

“Made what Facebook official?”