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evan is a well known, openly polyamorous
musician who starts to get criticized for
his love songs as he has no known history
of relationships. with a reunion with his old
highschool f...
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chapter 6
ex girlfriends
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The room was silent with eyes on them. He moves, and Evan starts to get nervous. The tension between him and the redhead was getting intense and he didn't know if he should back out at this point.
It was Evan's turn. And as soon as he moved, it was filled with instant regret. Glancing at Alec who was completely unbothered with the way he grinned, he definitely figured the musician out.
“Checkma—”
“Why did nobody tell me that this arrangement would gain me so much attention!?”
Everyone in the room looks at the door, only to find a pissed blunette holding her phone. The brunette follows in, rolling her amber eyes. “Funneh, what did you expect when you're literally ‘dating’ a famous musician?”
Funneh glares at Gold. “You know that's not what I'm talking about.” She shrugs and they both look at the people in the room who had just watched the blueberry walk in dramatically.
Alec breaks the silence first, “What's going on?” He asked, confused. If it wasn't the attention itself that she was mad about then what was it?
“They somehow found my personal social media accounts!” She exclaims, showing him the amount of follow and friend requests she was getting. “These accounts literally have no connection to any of our public accounts, I don't know how they did it!”
Well, she was angry and rightfully so. Because when you go through all the effort for people not to find your personal accounts, wouldn't you be pissed too?
Evan felt guilty. At this point, he felt like he shouldn't have involved his friends because now they were dealing with this. If the media could find the things that they made sure wouldn't be found, who knew what else they could do? “Funneh, I'm sorry. This is my fau—”
