Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Praise for Geekerella
- Dedication
- THE FATE OF AMARA
- DAY ONE
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- DAY TWO
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- DAY THREE
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- Imogen
- Jess
- DAY FOUR
- Imogen
- Jess
- #AMARALIVES
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
I begin to pace from one side of the pool to the other, half floating, half moon-walking. “But it’s not like the sci-fi club will turns heads on a college application. I don’t even know where I want to go, or what I want to do, and I’m a senior now. Milo’s basically already accepted to any school he sets his sights on and I—”
I don’t realize that he’s slid into the water until he catches me by the shoulders with his large hands and turns me around. He didn’t take his clothes off, either, abandoning only his glasses on the edge of the pool, and dampness is slowly bleeding up his starched button-down shirt. He sinks down and looks me level in the eyes. Starflame, is he handsome. Long eyelashes and warm brown eyes and expressive brows that crinkle together a little as he says my name for what feels like the millionth time, and I’m still not tired of it.
“Imogen. You started an online movement that has over fifty thousand signatures to try to save a character from a television show you are fiercely passionate about.”
I quickly look away. “Yeah, but anyone can do that.”
“I think you’re wrong—and I certainly don’t think just anyone can step into Jess’s shoes as well as you have.”
“But that’s only because I look moderately like her with a wig on and I can imitate voices pretty well.”
“Not everyone can do that.”
“Look moderately flawless?” I joke.
“Imogen,” he says, and I kind of just want him to shut up and keep saying my name over and over again until I get so sick of that name that I want to change it to something else, and then I want him to say that name, and then the next one, and then—“you might not be now, but you’re learning how to be, and someday I know you’re going to be amazing.”
My bottom lip begins to tremble. Starflame, now why did he have to go and say that? Why couldn’t he just laugh at me like Jasper did and tell me how he loved my passion in that tongue-in-cheek way that really wasn’t a compliment at all? His hands begin to loosen from my shoulders the longer I’m quiet, because I’m not sure what to say.
What do you say to something like that?