Maxwell
"What do you mean I am trending?" I asked, my voice already tightening.
"Someone posted a picture of you," he said. "They tagged your i********: handle. She's claiming you two were together last night."
"What the hell!" I snapped. I ended the call immediately and hurried online. The first thing I saw stopped my heart, a picture of me fast asleep, with Amelia's head resting on my shoulder. Her face was covered, but mine was clear as day.
I clicked on the account that posted it. It had just one post, and the account itself looked newly created, almost like it was made for this one purpose. But when I scrolled, I realized she had gathered more photos of me from different places, different angles. My face was everywhere.
Before I could even process anything, my phone started buzzi
