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22 - inevitable.

Trinity Sutton
San Diego.

The worst thing possible that could've happened just fucking happened. The second Harrison told us about the leak, we hopped on the jet back to San Diego immediately only to be met with a bunch of rain. We thought before we seen the pictures that my face wasn't in it like how the leaks usually been but the second we pulled up all five fucking photos. My face was as clear as day.

There was no 'Elias Cains new hookup?' questions. They immediately knew my title was bigger than that just by the way the pictures was taken leading up to our New Year's kiss. By the way he was looking at me, by the way he was holding me, by the way the way he was so close to me.

No phones policy my ass.

And it was the matter on who took those photos of us. There was photographers at the party going around and taking pictures of everyone but the pictures was mid quality and not high so it was clearly taken from a phone.

We probably got back home around 12 once we gathered our things and I figured I'd come back to his with him just in case we can resolve it as quickly as possible but nobody on his team was answering a single text message or phone call.

Eli paced back and forth in the living room as I sat on the couch as quiet as possible, phone to his ear as he tried to get in contact with his agent. Shannon was obviously purposely not answering her phone. Sending him straight to voicemail and has been since we left Palm Springs. It wasn't like he didn't have a publicist either. He had one and they weren't picking up the phone too.

They basically let him fend for himself against the media, the league, and me.

"Dumb ass bitch," I heard him mumble to himself as he hung up the phone and let out a deep breath tossing it to the side and sitting down next to me on the couch. I cleared my throat and stretched my arm to grab the remote off the table, turning the TV on. The channel he had left on was ESPN and you can already guess the topic.

'Elias Cains receiving more than just water from the water girl?' Was the title making me sigh. I haven't even been on social media but I know my Instagram was blowing up.

With that, I grabbed my phone and opened the app. The notifications tab was lit up more than it's ever been sense I started my account so clicking it, I opened it seeing a bunch of new followers, comments, and tags.

Most of the comments was the same to be honest.

"How did she pull Elias Cains? Damn, good for her."

"So she's the reason he's been boring all season,"

"What NFL boy is she going for next?"

Nothing but a bunch of bullshit. I'm happy I'm not one of those people that would cry over this and whatever because at the end of the day, it was nothing but a bunch of people behind a screen that'd never say it to my face.

My phone got snatched from my hand and I turned my head looking at Elias. As he tossed it to the side right along with his. My face scrunched because what the hell did he do that for?

"Excuse you?"

"Don't look at that shit, man. It's nothing but negativity and you don't need that."

"For starters, it's not that bad and two, I could take it. Those people don't know me-"

"But they know me and it might not seem bad now but wait until it marinates in and gets worse and then what? You gonna wish that you never looked at them in the first place." He explained making me roll my eyes. I give it two weeks before people start forgetting about me.