“Wait, Gigi, this guy?”
Lisa turned her camera to her computer screen showing Steven in his football gear, tongue hanging out of a ridiculously attractive smile.
“Uh, that’s the one,” I grumbled from where I was sitting with my legs crossed on my bed.
The last place I wanted to be was in my bedroom. Honestly. But it was better than downstairs where my father was watching the game, yelling at the TV, or in the kitchen where I’d find my mother seated at the barstool, stressing over bills we can’t afford.
“He’s hot!” she shouted, turning the phone back to herself.
“How did you even find him so fast?” I grumbled. I hadn’t even told her his last name.
“Steven freakin’ Hempfield? He has like a million followers, Gigi. He’s a whole online personality. Here.” S
