Ring. Ring.
Ughhh.
Seriously?
I groaned, rolling onto my back, instantly regretting it as my head throbbed from barely sleeping last night.
My eyes were still glued shut, and the room felt way too bright for how exhausted I was. I reached out blindly, patting the bed like an idiot trying to find my phone without actually opening my eyes.
Ring. Ring.
My hand finally hit it. I grabbed the phone and held it to my chest for a second, hoping the noise would just stop on its own if I ignored it hard enough.
It didn’t.
Of course, it didn’t.
I cracked one eye open. The screen glowed back at , way too harsh for this hour.
Who even calls at this ti? It wasn’t that early, but still too early for after the night I just had. My body was tired, my brain was fried, and whoever was calling clearly didn’t get the mo.
I squinted at the na.
"Caroline?" I whispered out her na, still confused why in the world she was calling this early. Before I could even say hello, her high-pitched voice pierced through my ear.
What a great start to a day!
I rubbed my ear, fearing that I might get deaf because of her screeching. "For God’s sake, why are you yelling?" I yelled back at her.
I was still worried and confused about how I was going to survive with him, and here she was yelling about God knows what. I shook my head in disappointnt, which she clearly cannot see.
She again called my na from the other side when I hissed, putting my phone away from my ear. Setting it to speaker mode, I spat, "You fool, do you know what has happened?"
Her fifth crush of the month again ditched her.
I rolled my eyes, knowing it would be another la reason like that. Caroline had a sweet and bubbly personality, but sotis it annoys , okay, not sotis, but every ti.
What should I do with this girl? I thought to myself. With this, I opened my mouth to cut the call when her voice again echoed in the room, "You and Davis are everywhere."
My hands stopped in the mid way, as my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "What do you an?" I voiced out the question.
As if she just needed this one mont, because the next mont, she started to blabber mouth everything, and likewise, everything went over my head. I caught a few phrases like news, sensation, and kiss.
My heart started to thud at a fast pace as several worst-case scenarios started swirling in my mind. Knowing that the only way to calm down my overthinking mind was to clear things and get answers from her.
"Stop blabbering nonsense, Caroline." I snapped at her as my breath started to get shallow every second, "And...tell clearly."
There was a beat of silence. One short pause where even she understood this wasn’t the ti to ss around.
And then Caroline dropped the bomb.
"Elena, I’m not joking. You and Davis are all over the internet. Like literally everywhere. It’s on every social dia platform. Even on freaking gossip pages.
Dave’s crazy fans got a few photos of Dave kissing you that night when he ca to our apartnt."
I felt my heart sink as my jaw hit the ground. "You are joking, right?"
Please say yes.Please say yes.
"No! I am serious. Check your phone." I hung up the call as I quickly grabbed the phone from the bed. Unlocking the phone, I tapped a few buttons as I opened my social dia account.
With every second, my anxiety started to heighten. I scrolled through my feed, but nothing ca. I realized that two weeks back, only I exited every group posting Dave’s news. So, I texted Caroline to share the post instead.
Within a few seconds, she shared the post. Clicking on it extended it to the full screen. There it was in big and bold letters.
"Davis Scott’s Mystery Girl: Secret Girlfriend or Just a Comfort Kiss?"
What. The. Hell.
My eyes widened as I stared at the headline, my thumb frozen mid-scroll. There, right below it, was the picture.
Grainy. Blurry yet anyone could make out Dave’s face as his features were prominently different from others. So, though it was blurry, it was clear that the reporter succeeded in taking the picture.
I also heard him say that he was not able to capture my face, and likewise, my back was face to the cara. Moreover, I wore a black scarf that covered my back completely, and there seed to be no visible sign to identify .
I almost sighed in relief, but the next second, as my gaze fell on the number of comnts, my throat dried. There were freaking 50k comnts.
Are people taking this seriously? Tapping upon the comnt icon, the comnts showed up.
The comnt section exploded on my screen within monts, and my eyes couldn’t even keep up.
"She’s probably a fan he’s been secretly seeing all this ti."
"Can’t believe he moved on already from ."
"The girl’s face isn’t even visible. Mysterious. Intriguing. I ship it."
"She’s using him. Typical."
"Is this so PR stunt?"
"Poor Davis. He looks so broken."
"They look kinda cute, tho. Broken but healing vibes."
"Who is she?! We need to find her!"
That one made choke on my own breath. We need to find her?
No, no, you don’t. Please don’t. Find your own business instead.
I quickly exited the comnts, my hands starting to sweat.
My whole body felt like it was overheating and freezing at the sa ti. Like that mont right before you faint or puke or both. That awful, stormy kind of panic.
My heart was racing like it was about to outrun ti itself.
How did this happen? How the hell did that mont—that one second where he leaned on , kissed get turned into this circus?
And why now?
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