Girl Online by Zoe Sugg Page B

good.”
    We stroll beneath the bright lights of the pier entrance, and I can see the waves crashing under us through the gaps in the wooden planks. We pick the stall with the brightest selection of candy floss and share a big white-and-pink swirl. I pick a large, fluffy section and put it in my mouth, letting the sugar dissolve in fizzes and pops over my tongue.
    â€œMmm, this is lovely,” I say. I lower my eyes. “Thanks for what you did back there. You rescued me—I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
    Megan smiles, her hair flapping around her head in the breeze. She pushes it back off her face and sweeps it up into a loose bun on top of her head. It looks effortlessly cool. “It’s no problem at all. Do you want to use my phone to call your provider and tell them your phone’s been stolen?”
    I nod. “Thanks. Luckily it’s got a password on it, and I hardly have any minutes left on my contract so they won’t be able to make a ton of calls or anything. I really hope the person who picked it up hands it in. I love that phone.” And everything on it , I think. Pictures of Noah and me. Text conversations. Even the case was special. Noah had stolen it off me one night and doodled all across the back in black Sharpie. It was my favourite case ever.
    When I finish, I hand the phone back to Megan. “All done,” I say.
    â€œOh, good.” She sighs. “Look, Penny—I’ve been meaning to talk to you for some time, but there hasn’t been a convenient moment.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œI really want to say that I’m sorry. For everything that happened earlier this year. It . . . wasn’t me. I’m sorry for telling everyone about Girl Online . I feel so dumb, because I actually used to enjoy all your posts and I was just jealous that you were going out with a pop star. It seemed like you had everything. Ollie, then Noah and the crazy, wonderful trip to New York City—my dream place to live in the whole world—plus you’re this amazingly talented photographer and writer. Everyone is always saying how brilliant you are and what a great career you’re going to have . . . All I had was a terrible glue-stick commercial and a dream of being a movie star. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you the way I did.”
    If my mouth wasn’t full of candy floss, it would have dropped open. I swallow the sugary goodness, but find I’m still speechless.
    â€œCan you forgive me?” she continues, when I don’t say anything.
    â€œI—I had no idea you felt like that. It always seems like you are the one who has everything. Megan, you’re so pretty and popular, and you’re a great actress—you got a place at that famous drama school! But I was really hurt after what happened . . .”
    â€œI know.” She casts her eyes down to the ground. “It was wrong of me. I don’t know what happened to us, Penny. We used to be such good friends.”
    â€œI guess we just grew apart.”
    â€œWell, if there’s any hope for us to still be friends, I’d like that . . .”
    We stare at each other for a moment, and eventuallyMegan smiles. It’s so full of warmth that I can’t help it: I nod. “I’d like that too,” I say. Then I smirk, and look down at our matching dresses. “Hey, we must look like twins walking around in the same outfit.”
    She laughs warmly. “Yeah, well, you can’t buy good taste, right? Come on.” She takes my arm again. “Everyone will be worried about where you are. Let’s get you home.”

Chapter Nine
    When we arrive back at my house, all the curtains are closed and the hallway is dark. I’m confused. Did my parents go out for the evening? Then I hear voices from the living room and realize they must be watching a film. I gesture for Megan to follow me in.