CIARA
"Oh hell no. Absolutely not. That is ridiculous. What the hell, man?" I snapped, my voice rising with each word.
Noah sat before me, his face impassive.
My mother gave me a stern look, most definitely a look to warn me about using curse language, but I was too pissed to care.
What Noah was suggesting was an absolute disaster.
It had been a week since the incident happened. I have had to delete my social media account from how overwhelming everything was.
All of a sudden, the world, which had no interest in me prior to the image, became focused on me. I was trolled mercilessly.
Women who thought Noah could do better, who speculated and came up with wild, totally absurd and unreasonable, unrealistic scenarios as to how I managed to 'bag' the playboy.
The ones who shipped us together were worse. They kept digging up my old pictures and social media posts, trying to make me look like everything I had done, posted, or talked about was indirectly about Noah.
