Chapter 53

The next morning, I wake up with bags under my eyes and my phone filled with messages. Alana is furious, Evans wants to rip my head off, Noah asks if I'm okay, and Benton just wants to know what the hell I did last night. I feel confused by everyone's reactions, as I only remember going out partying like I have done before. I open Instagram to check comments and photos I've been tagged in, and I find a picture of Sofia and me. We're out together, in bed, with some roses on her. I recall that day; we had slept together for the first time. I tried to make it special; we didn't do anything sexual, it was just a photo we took as a memory. Our relationship never had much physical contact; we'd just hug and sometimes sleep in the same bed, but nothing beyond that.

The comments on the photo are all hateful. Most wonder if we hadn't broken up, others claim I did it for marketing purposes, and the more venomous ones accuse me of using Sofia and cheating on her. As if I were the manipul