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I wrapped my fingers around the glass, and as I turned toward Jenner, he was taking a few steps back.

“I’ll see you later, Kendall.”

I waved, bringing the drink up to my lips, swallowing a huge gulp. I only had the chance to take one more sip before Delilah was at my side.

“I thought you weren’t interested in him, you slut.”

“I wasn’t.” That hadn’t come out right. “And I’m not. We just went to talk, and a circus erupted.”

The camera crew was nearby, catching every second of this. One of them signaled for me to turn my mic back on, but I didn’t. I needed a minute to try and relax before they caught every word I said.

“You come out of the restroom—the ladies’ room no less—with Presley’s hand on you, and you expect me to believe nothing happened?” She snorted. “Okaaay.” She put her arm around my waist, clinking our glasses together. “Girl, you can’t fool me, but I’ll give you props for trying. Come on. Let’s go dance.”

I couldn’t even imagine trying to do that right now.

There was a tigh