I never imagined that a single photo could make people believe they knew my entire love life.
But by Thursday morning, my phone was a literal graveyard of notifications, and walking through the quad felt like navigating a red carpet. The anonymous Maplewood Confessions post had gone completely viral within our small university bubble. Everywhere I went, the whispers followed me like a heavy, inescapable fog.
"Look, it's the campus royalty," Mia joked, dropping a heavy stack of textbooks onto our usual library table and nudging my shoulder. "Seriously, Vi, even our calc professor gave me a weirdly knowing look when I asked if you were coming to the study group tonight."
"Please don't remind me," I groaned, hiding my burning face in my hands. A chaotic mix of embarrassment and an underlyi
