#Chapter 82: Another Week of Rumors

Another camera flashed in my face and a microphone approached my mouth. I waved them away as they began closing in. The reporter with the cap had a wide smile, knowing he had caught me by surprise. “You and Alex looked pretty intimate in those photos. Was Timothy not enough?” I held up a hand, attempting to regain some semblance of control. "Okay, I’m not dating Timothy, nor am I dating Alex," I stated firmly, my voice tinged with frustration. But they didn't seem to hear me. Instead, they brandished their cameras, displaying a blurred image of me and Alex on a balcony overlooking a restaurant. My heart clenched as I recognized the scene from that night – probably the most embarrassing night of my life. I hadn’t noticed the cashier ringing up my glue until I felt a plastic bag brush against my fingers. I turned around, acknowledging her with a nervous smile. “Thank you,” I said quickly, rushing away from the growing crowd. I stepped out of the home improvement store, clutch