Free The Unexpected Life of Carnegie Lane by Virginia Higgins Page A

-little - sister as if that was my name.” She turned and grabbed her jacket, walking quickly to the door. She needed a walk to clear her head. She didn’t come here with the intention to argue. She couldn’t even remember the last time they had.
    Their voices had definitely been raised. Enough for the poor waiter who was delivering room service to wonder if he should knock or not. In the kitchen they were drawing straws to see who would be the delivery person for Nate Bowman in the first place. All he was wondering was, if it was a good time to ask for an autograph or not.
    When he saw the look on Katalies’ face as she opened the door, he decided not. She let him in, and he set up the table with the food and coffee that had been ordered with 2 shots of wheatgrass. Then he quickly left, not wanting to be a party to this conversation. Katalie was right behind him and headed to the elevator as well.
    Nate walked out of his room just after the waiter left. Although it smelt great, he’d lost his appetite. He was caught in a dilemma he had never had to face, one between his intense need to continue exploring his friendship with Carnegie, and the one to keep away, remaining loyal to his sisters wishes.
    He had met thousands of people in his time, although none of them understood him for who he was. Somehow he had daydreamed himself into the belief that maybe Carnegie could be a new friend. One that had no expectations of him, one that didn’t even know who he was when he contacted her. In Nate’s mind those attributes were a clear bonus to begin with. It’s funny to think that Nate Bowman’s day dreams were of friends that liked him for him, not for his music. When most of the world daydreamed that they knew him for that very reason.
    She had the potential, his newfound stranger, to be a genuine friend. He loved her writing, and her sense of grounded humor, although most importantly, he loved his sister too. He lay back on the lounge and covered his eyes with his arm, hoping to avoid the daylight. Today had been great, for a while. Now, it was a disaster.
    Well…Things weren’t exactly a bundle of joy at the home of Carnegie Lane right at that moment either. After she got off the phone, she went to the room of her daughters, who were, by now, receiving a thousand texts from girls who were getting returned mail error messages from the infamous email address of Nate Bowman.
    Between the hours of 3pm and 7pm, it had managed to go viral and was posted on everyone’s Facebook, and sent out in group texts. The Lane twins had just become the target of an entire school and then some. Now, their numbers were being distributed among the flock and they were calling them liars, wannabe’s and all sorts of strange tales were being told. The ones that knew them now told them they didn’t believe they even spoke to him on the phone, let alone had his email address. Suddenly girls were saying all the nasty things they thought about the twins when they arrived.
    The twins were unusually pretty, and particularly well groomed, they were also identical mirror image twins, something that was rare at the best of times. None of it had gone unnoticed at the public high school they now attended. They had left behind all of their friends when they were forced to move by their distraught mother and making new ones had been hard. They were still suffering from absolute culture shock. At least they had each other and in a strange way, they had kept to themselves, unable to explore the road of true friendship with anyone new.
    They mainly had acquaintances at their school. This had been their chance to fit in and become someone. In their eyes, they lacked the ability to fit in because they didn’t deserve too. Their life was shit compared to what it had been, all of their world and dreams for the future were gone. Now… because of a stupid email address and a proclamation that wasn’t untrue, just not…the total truth, both of those girls