Dating Tyler Posey

Chapter 23

I love you all so much thanks for commenting on my question!! :) here's your reward hahah enjoy
& p.s my story will obviously be about a girl & boy duh I'm a hopeless romantic what do you expect?! ;)
I'm gonna try & make it different from all those typical love stories though. I'll keep y'all updated

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"You... what?"

"Saw the fucking headline, Scottie. I really am out of the picture, aren't I?" Tyler nearly growls into the phone.

My eyebrows furrow, and I excuse myself from the table, ignoring Dylan's looks.

"What headline, babe?" I ask quietly once I'm outside.

"Don't babe me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Quit yelling at me! The only headline I saw was you and fucking Cara Delevingne," I shriek.

Silence is all I hear on the other line. For so long, I thought he hung up on me.

"What headline?" I ask again.

I hear rustling, and I know he hadn't hung up.

"You and Riley, no shit."

My mouth gapes, and I tell him it's not true, but I hear the line disconnect.

I walk back in the restaurant, my eyes not leaving the floor.

"Scots!"

I slide in my booth, immediately glancing around.

"Did you guys see any paps around here earlier?" I ask Dylan and Natalie. I notice Avery is missing.

"No, I didn't see any. What the fuck happened?" Dylan questions.

I ignore him, my eyes searching for my little sister.

"She went to look for you," Natalie tells me.

I nod, my eyes back on the table.

"Scottie, what did Tyler say?" Dylan asks quietly, his hand reaching out for mine.

I sigh, telling him about the mysterious headline he saw.

"I'll be right back," Natalie says, sliding out of the booth quickly.

I raise an eyebrow but I don't say anything.

"He could be wrong..." Dylan says, but doesn't sound reassuring.

Natalie comes back a few minutes later, her face pale.

"What?" I ask, my voice thick.

"I saw the headline."

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We race towards the post, quickly finding what we're looking for.

"Here," Natalie says, handing me a paper.

I scan it, my stomach quickly dropping.

Scottie Teel and ex lover, Riley Jones?!

I see pictures tagged along with it.

"What the hell? How did they even...?"
I say, looking at the picture of Riley and I inside his apartment.

I throw the paper back on the table rather harshly, but I don't apologize to the lady.

I walk away from the table, knowing Dylan and Natalie are following me.

"Why the fuck are you in his apartment?" Dylan yells behind me.

"I wanted to see him, because everyone else on this fucking planet couldn't stand to talk to me, remember?!" I scream, my fists clenched.

Dylan's face falters, and I immediately regret yelling at him, but I stand my ground.