Zoey
By morning, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
At first, I thought it was Tara calling again, probably ready with a new round of teasing. But when I finally checked the screen, my heart plummeted.
Notifications everywhere — i********: tags, DMs from people I hadn’t spoken to in years, and messages that all started with the same line:
“Is it true?”
I clicked one link. Then another.
Each one led to the same thing, news blogs and gossip pages picking up the photo.
“Nexacore CEO spotted on a coffee date with mystery woman.”
“Alexander Knight’s secret girlfriend?”
And then one that made me freeze. “Sources say she’s a student employee at one of his restaurants.”
Oh God.
I threw my phone onto the bed, pressing my palms against my eyes.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was ju
