Emily woke up to find herself trending on social media, and her spirits plummeted.
She opened Twitter, scrolled to her trending topic, and clicked to see what was going on.
One photo showed her at the Lakeside Villa, caught in an awkward angle that made it seem like the old professor was wrapping his arm around her.
Another was from the expo, where she had been exhausted and dozed off against Sykes in the car. Sykes was casting a tender gaze at her, which was interpreted as the president of Future gazing lovingly at his supposed girlfriend.
Emily was astounded by the wild leaps of imagination people were making, letting out a long sigh.
Honestly, if they were going to fabricate stories, did they have to be this far-fetched?
The professor was old enough to be her grandfather. With her
