*Ophelia*When I walk into Touchdown Tavern the next day, my best friend tackles me. Her face is red, and she’s talking so fast I’m afraid she’ll run out of air.“Sky, slow down, I can’t understand you when you’re like this!”Skylar bends down, her hands on her thighs, as she seemingly catches her breath. It takes a minute, but then she stands straight again. She whips out her phone to show me whatever it is she’s trying to get across to me.“Camila! Someone filmed her the other night with an older guy!”Shock overcoming me, my eyes widening, I look down at Skylar’s phone. It’s clear that it’s Camila, and she’s leaning over at a bar with a much older man. The woman is talking to him, running her fingers up his arm and batting her eyelashes. It’s impossible to hear what she’s saying, but it certainly looks like flirting to me.It’s a shaky video, but it’s clear who the main subject is. After all, her red hair and signature red lips are the most prominent of features on display. An
*Ophelia*“Are you FUCKING serious, Camila?!” I screech, banging open the door to her dressing room, phone in hand, on the verge of exploding. If flames could logistically come shooting out of my ears, I know that there’d be a fire in no time. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little hospital visit?”Camila sits in her chair, her makeup brush in hand as she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn’t even bother turning to face me; instead, she makes eye contact with me through the damn glass. “Whatever do you mean, Ophelia?”Her fake innocent act adds to the fire in me, my blood beginning to boil. I grab the bitch’s chair and spin her around to face me, not giving her a chance to go ANYWHERE. “First, you start spreading these horrid lies about me, making it look like I’m trying to take you down a notch? Then I have to find out from the hospital you’ve been trying to make my mother worse?”She shakes her head, but the smile doesn’t break. “And what makes you so sure th
*Ophelia*I can hardly believe what’s happening right now. The entire plaza is watching ME. I don’t even care if the music isn’t blasting along with the track. My heels glide across the stage to take me to where Camila stands front and center. It’s terrifying and invigorating at the same time.Asher grins at me from the side of the stage, his smile plastered across his whole face. He’s here, and I know he’s cheering me on. Camila opens her mouth and a screech unlike any other I’ve heard before starts. Is this what Camila thinks singing is? Does she think she’s a singer?Asher and I cover our ears, followed by a couple of crowd members. It sounds like a dying animal shouting into the microphone. God, I didn’t think someone could be THIS bad at finding a note. “Nope, no, you need to stop,” Asher says, reaching out and taking the microphone. “You’re going to make us all deaf before you get to the chorus!”“I wasn’t finished!” Camila demands.He shakes his head, and the platinum
*Asher*Ophelia texts me a few days later. She wanted to handle our plans for the date. “I’m not letting you wine and dine me; that’s not who I am,” she had said to me on the phone. “If we’re going on a date, I’m making the plans.”I have no issue with this. The fact she’s giving me a chance is all I’d wanted. Our game against the Chefs was a beatdown. We were on our game. Mark and I couldn’t help but scream in celebration after the fourth quarter ended. 35-3 was our final score. So, two games down, and the rest of the season to go.As I’m traveling back to Nashville from Arkansas, I talk on the phone to AJ, whose team also won this week. “How is it you end up in a situation in which ghost-singing is involved?” he inquires. I turn on my blinker, almost to Ophelia’s place. “You ask the question, but I still don’t have an answer. But I’ve got to record her voice sometime, and you have to hear her.”“All I’m hearing is you just landed yourself in a Cinderella story,” my brother te
*Ophelia*“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, closing my front door. “You don’t have anything better to do than scare the shit out of me?”My little sister, Carolanne, stands next to Skylar, both of them with confused and surprised expressions on their faces. “What?” I ask, not understanding the silence.“I’m sorry, are you supposed to be my sister?” Carolanne asks.“What?” I repeat.“Cause my sister wouldn’t be caught talking to the quarterback of the freaking Ozarks!” She sasses back. “I cannot believe you didn’t tell me you were hanging out with Asher!” Skylar squeals. “Wait, why were you hanging out with him?”I shrug. “He asked me out.”“He WHAT?” Skylar screams. Carolanne’s mouth just falls open. The two women look like they’re going to cry or explode.I wave an arm in front of them. “Hello? Breathe!”Fanning her face, Skylar talks first. “Oh my God, oh my God! Please, tell me everything. All the details. Like, how did you guys end up going on a date when he j
*Asher*I know the text I’ve just sent sounds incredibly cheesy, but I wait for her response to appear under my message bubble. Ophelia has been so open to getting to know who I am, not who the media says I am. I want her to trust me.Then, the beep comes, and her message appears. “Round 2 it is. Though I don’t know how you’ll ever top Betty’s Banging BBQ!”“I’ll think of something.”I send the text before lying back on the bed.I chuckle as I look back at the few texts we’ve sent since I asked her out and got her number. We’ve mostly stuck to what our first date would be and when it would happen. But now, with an indeterminable amount of time between tonight and our next outing, I’m unsure what to say.I want to tell her that I haven’t dated a “normal” woman in a long time. I want to open up about more than just the family legacy and my desire to be the best at what I do.But most importantly, I want to show her anything and everything her heart dreams of.Excited by my revela
*Ophelia*Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get to work, ready to serve the people their food. I brought my guitar to busk later tonight. I’m better at piano, but a guitar is a bit easier to lug around when in town.When I enter Touchdown Tavern, however, my manager stands there, arms crossed and a glare on his face.“Hey George, what’s up?” I question cautiously. “What’s up is that you’re fired.”My entire body reels back at the sudden news. “What? What the hell?”That’s when I notice the person on my manager’s arm. Camila.“I’ve gotten complaints from patrons. Customers saying you’ve been harsh, you’ve made dozens of mistakes with meals, and you’re on your phone on the job. What do you take me for, Miss Lane?” He’s still gruff and angry, and I feel my throat closing up.“George, I swear, none of that’s true,” I find myself saying.“Then why am I getting customers telling me the opposite?”I glance at Camila for a moment, who has a massive smile spread across her face. ‘Cus
*Asher*I don’t waste any time. Little Rock, here we come! I arrange to pick up Ophelia two days later when I don’t have football practice to distract me for a few days. I feel my leg shaking as I sit in the car, driving us to the hangar. I’m starting to second-guess if this is a good idea. But after being so confident while speaking to Ophelia, how am I supposed to be open and honest about this?I force myself to breathe, trying not to alert her to the nerves coursing through my body. This is a good idea. I want her to know the REAL me. I don’t want the tabloids to be the only truth out there for her to discover. Besides, if she knew me on the day we met as Asher Slater, there’s no doubt she must know something about my past.“Are you okay?” Her voice hits me like an air freshener, sweet and beautiful but unexpected. Am I able to be honest with her?I give her a somewhat fake smile, but I shake my head in response. “It’s nothing.”It’s not nothing. Something is nagging at me,