Famous in Love (ARC) by Rebecca Serle

Author:Rebecca Serle
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Poppy
Published: 2014-09-30T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

Rainer has to stay around set to finish filming, and I run back up to the condo, soaking wet and shaking. I feel exhilarated. It feels like it’s the start of something, and I can’t help but let excitement win out over fear. I want this. I want to be with him. He makes me feel comfortable and confident and protected. Safe in this new normal. I realize that the problem is not the way I feel about Rainer. I know how I feel about Rainer. The problem is the way I feel about Jordan.

He’s gotten into my head. I know this recent development with Rainer will make it even harder for us to get along, but it’s not like Jordan has been making any type of effort. He hasn’t even tried to have a full conversation with me. It’s all pointed stares and sharp hellos. It’s so unbelievably stupid. I should just follow Rainer’s lead. I should treat Jordan the way he treats me. But there’s something about him. It’s like I want to put as much distance as possible between us and at the same time figure out, up close, who he is. What makes him this way—his family? His history with Britney? I wonder if she knows Jordan’s secrets. I wonder what he says to someone he cares about.

I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about Rainer just down the hall.

I finally peel myself out of bed at 4:30 AM and slip into my bathing suit for a morning swim. I need to clear my head, and it’s been a while since I’ve gotten into the water on a weekday morning. Call times have been so early lately.

It’s dark as I slide into my flip-flops, sling a towel over my shoulder, and make my way down to the beach. I can see the outline of surfers in the water, their silver bodies illuminated by the predawn light. They look like those flying fish I read about once in a coffee-table book my dad has about lakes. I’ve never seen them live before, but their tiny bodies fly out of the water so they look like small silver arcs, moonbeams, almost like the reflection of shooting stars.

I set my towel down on a rock, tossing my shoes to the side. The sand feels cool under my feet, like it’s been in the freezer, and for a moment, I doubt my ability to go in. But I push the thought away, take a deep breath, and plunge headfirst into the ocean.

The water hits me, sharp and cold, and I start to swim. Long, fluid strokes. I don’t take my head out until I’ve done ten. When I look up, sputtering and gasping for air, I’m already a few yards off the shore. I flip over onto my back and let the current carry me out a few more paces. The sky is changing—navy fading to gray fading to the palest shade of violet. Soon the sun will break out—like a solo dancer onstage—and start spinning, its rays reaching out left and right and center.

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