Page 43 of On Her Team
My reel? I didn’t post any video on social media. Crap on a pirate’s cracker. I must have gotten hacked.
I sit up in bed and open the app. Should I just delete my account? I hate to delete my account. I use the app to keep in touch with people from high school who’ve moved away. But maybe—
All thoughts of deleting the app come to a screaming halt when I click on my notifications. I might get one or two notifications a day. Not twenty plus. I scroll through them.
Holy mermaids swimming at the dock. There aren’t twenty notifications. There are hundreds. Some hacker really messed with my account.
Hold on. All of the messages relate to one reel. What reel? I didn’t post one.
If Mayor Mandy posted a reel of me stealing Rogue, she’ll have more to worry about than a marshmallow-obsessed raccoon with astomachache.
I click on the reel. The music plays and I gasp. This isn’t some famous song I’ve heard a million times. It’s my song.
It’s not just my song. It’s me. Singing atBootleggerduring Mermaid Karaoke.What in the name of pirates? I didn’t post this. But who did?
I squint at the bottom of the reel. @RunItGage posted this video. RunItGage better not be who I think it is.
I click on the image of a football helmet with the Seals logo.
Gage Edwards. Running back. Professional yard-getter. Not afraid of a fourth down.
I throw my phone on the bed. Gage is trying to control my life again. Just when I think I can trust him, he pulls another stunt to prove he’s untrustworthy. I should know better by now.
My bedroom door flies open before Mila and Penelope burst inside.
“Did you see?” Mila asks.
“It is quite remarkable. I believe you are viral,” Penelope adds.
I fall back on my bed and cover my face with a pillow. “I don’t want to know.”
The pillow is yanked away. “Why not? I thought you wanted to be famous.”
I glare at Penelope. “I don’t want to be famous. I want to be a songwriter.”
Her brow wrinkles. “Aren’t the two the same?”
“Who cares?” Mila climbs on the bed and starts jumping up and down. “My sister is famous! And she’s dating a famous football player!”
“I’m not dating Gage.”
“Why not?” Otis asks as he enters my room. I guess my bedroom is now Grand Central Station. Maybe I should charge an entrance fee.
I snort. “As if I have time to date between the three of you, working atFive Fathoms,and my music.”
He shrugs. “I could do more around the house.”
“Penelope! Mila! Otis!” Mom shouts before rushing into my room. “Sorry, Addy. I didn’t realize they were in here. They shouldn’t have woken you up.”
“But she’s famous, Mom!” Mila screams, and I cringe. The girl has some lungs on her.
“I don’t care. Mila, Penelope, you have summer school. Otis, you have practice.” She claps her hands and motions out the door.
Unlike when I tell my siblings what to do, they actually listen to Mom. Once they’re gone, she shuts the door.
“Are you okay?”
My brow wrinkles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
