“Are you kidding me right now?” Michael asks and the words are like taking stab wounds to the squishy parts of me.
I’m embarrassed, sure, because this is happening in front of his parents, but it’s not like I’m not going to answer. Even if my body temperature skyrockets, and I start to get the nervous sweats, or if my heart’s beating too fast.
“What does it matter?” I ask, even though they probably weren’t the right words to say.
“What does it matter?” Mr. Nash asks, eyes flicking between the two of us.
“Dad, Victoria is famous.”
I pull a face, wave it off. “No, not really. There are more popular gamers.” I mean there are, but my anonymity has made me more famous. There’s a difference, there is.
Michael scoffs, and it sounds so, so ugly. He rounds on me, his golden-brown eyes that
