Scoreboard: Love on the field, book one.
After watching her past love announce he's leaving his current team, to transfer to the New York Giants, to millions of people, live on TV, Malia freaks the EFF out!
Six years ago, he left her, and their plan...
C H A P T E R O 7 be a stiletto in a room of flats
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Along with everything else on my phone, the girls group chat is blowing the fuck up and has been since six this morning.
My social media has never been so goddamn noisy!
Notification alerts constantly reminding me of what's currently happening online. How my platforms are on fire because of last night and the absolute nightmare it's causing me this morning.
Gah, and I have to face going into work. With everyone in the office more than likely already have seen these videos. These snap shots. These throwback photos from the past and what they represented.
Then there's the ten missed calls from my Dad haunting me, who I can only assume has seen too.
Girl Talk _heel,nails,heart,teddy emoji
Capri.x Girl, he's got crazy eyes Looks kinda hot
IslaCampbell He always looked at her that way But you know what this means right?
Malia I don't care, this ends today I can't believe they went as far as to find pictures!
Capri.x You're an influencer in the technology god days What else you expect? You're famoussssss!
Malia Suck eggs, Cappy.
IslaCampbell Don't do anything stupid, you're trending!
I ignore the rest and throw my phone into the centre console of my car, firing up the engine and tearing out my space in the lot and onto the busy city street.
In my head, as someone in social media, knowing how it twists things, I'm already racing to get ahead of this, change the narrative, examining all kinds of scenarios and using my skills to fix them.
Scanning my badge, through the turnstiles and into the elevator, I press floor nine and tap my heel until the doors soon enough open into the reception area of the Giants' HQ gym.
Marching up to the welcoming desk, I approach the young girl sat behind it. "Huxley Ridge, he in there?" I ask, in a more demanding tone than I would've liked.
"Miss Rivers." The flustered girl gasps. "Holy crap, you are all over my FYP right now! Yes, yes, he's in gym four."
With a forced smile, I politely thank her before continuing to storm my way through the hallway and forcefully pushing open the glass door, glaring across the room until I spot him; working his arms in a sleeveless Giant's vest and athletic shorts that do nothing to hide his modesty down there.
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