“Where do you want to go?” Tripp asked.
I was about to say the shop Cyrus told me about when a text message came in from
Arianna that said she was going to a doctor’s appointment in a week. I replied okay, closed out
my phone, and slipped it in my pocket.
“Are you going to any of the trials?” Tripp asked.
“I doubt it. I hate to make it into a bigger media circus with me being there,” I said.
Thirty minutes later, Tripp and I ended up at the sandwich shop that I brought Arianna to
and sat in the back corner away from the paparazzi sitting out front, waiting to get a shot of me.
Some girls walked up to my table to get an autograph, and at first, I wasn’t going to because
sometimes they’d end up getting sold to the highest bidder, and I didn’t understand why people
would want
