Exposure

3.

~ Zoya ~

I sat on the couch in my living room and kept turning the channel. Brianna offered to come over and check out my place, and I wasn't gonna decline especially because I was freaking out about this whole TMZ situation. Not only were there pictures of me circulating on every social media platform, but there were thousands of people starting to follow me on Instagram. People began dm'ing me all kinds of crazy shit, and I was being called every name in the book under all my Instagram pictures. Curiosity always managed to take over me, so I couldn't help but to look at my Instagram comments again.

"Bitch you're just like the rest of these whores out here. Trying to get your meal ticket."

"Sis he gone fuck you a few times and dip. Use that small ass head of yours."

"She not even that cute! Issa no for me."

"Omg I think I seen this bitch on Pornhub!"

My eyes widened at that comment and I threw my phone down in frustration. I heard a knock on my door so I got up and looked through the peep hole. I saw it was Brianna and I opened the door quickly. She walked in, shut the door, and immediately gave me a hug. I sighed and hugged her back.

"I know you're freaking out love. It's gonna be okay. TMZ did this same bullshit to me when I first met Chase."

I shook my head and we sat down on the couch.

"How did you handle it? Cause right now I'm freaking the hell out," I said.

She sighed. "I'm not gonna lie to you. It was hard. But eventually it stopped. I'm telling you girl. So much shit happens with these celebrities that people forgot about yesterday's story and focus on the new ones."

I shook my head. "I need to turn off my Instagram comments because these women are real life crazy as hell!"

She laughed. "I promise it'll all pass."

I sighed. Brianna began to look around.

"Your place is bomb girl. Damn where do you work?"

I laughed. "Nowhere as of now. My dad paid the rent for this place for the next six months. I have until then to find a job."

"Sis you need a job? You should've said something. You should really come and model with me. Do a few photo shoots and book a few gigs."

I looked at Brianna as if she was crazy. "A model? I can't be a model. I don't even have the look."

Brianna cut her eye at me. "You definitely have the look. My agency would start you out with little small stuff. Something to ease your way in. It's not hard. I promise."

I sighed. "I don't know....."

"Listen, just think about it okay."

I nodded. Brianna looked down and started playing with her fingers.

"So....I wanted to ask you something but it's probably stupid of me", she said.

I sat up. "Just ask me."

She smiled. "You wanna come to Chase's fight with me tonight?

My eyes widened. "Brianna! Girl are you crazy?!"

She made a fake sad face. "I know I know. Dumb question."

"So you mean to tell me that you want me to come to a worldwide event with cameras and news coverage and give these people another story to write about me?"

She sighed. "Look, you don't have to come into any contact with Chase. We'd usually sit on the side of the ring but for you I'll sit backstage this time."