๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง : ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค

๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐›๐จ๐ฒ
๐ข ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฆ
๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™ ๐™–๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ฎ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ 100 ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ
๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
๐๐ข๐จ๐ซ.๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ก๐ง - AKSMSKA DELILAH AND U I LOVE
^๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐›๐จ๐ฒ - i love us too ๐Ÿซถ
๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ก_๐ซ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ - don't let the paparazzi find this walkie
^๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐›๐จ๐ฒ - i won't let them find out love
^ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐›๐š๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐› - THE CUTEST
๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ก๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฆ๐š๐ง - rizz
^๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ง๐š๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ณ - stfu imbecile ๐Ÿฅฐ
๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ค๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ - THESE CUTIES ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE
๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐š - NEED HER TO BE HAZEL LEVESQUE OR SILENA
^๐๐ข๐จ๐ซ.๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ก๐ง - that's actually so smart wth
๐™˜๐™ก๐™ž๐™˜๐™  ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ...





















๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง : ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค

I rub my eyes as I wake up. It's a few days later, one of the last days before we leave Florida. Walker is probably in the bathroom getting ready for our day, which consists of Aryan and Walker arguing that we should go to the pool or beach while Leah and I throw candy at them. I try to feel for my phone to check my messages when I see a bunch of messages missed from all of my friends. I freeze when I see what they are talking about.

elosie ๐Ÿ˜ป๐ŸŽ€

hoe
why would u lie

abt what?

oh you know what
don't play dumb

just tell me
read !!

I huff and go to Instagram where multiple people have been spamming my DMs with messages.

๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ

erm delilah?

what's up

why wouldn't u tell us?

abt what...?

oh my gosh
idk maybe that ur dating
WALKER ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

wait how do u know?

check the viral post from mtv
im not mad btw
but eloise sure it

okay thanks olive

I don't want to look. I'm too scared that everything is going to fall apart for Walker. I don't really care about myself since I'm not famous, but Walker is. I bite my nails as I exit my DMs with Olivia and go to the search bar. I search up MTV on the search bar nervously. Once I get to their page, I check out their most recent post. Oh my gods.

"Walker!" I shout, pulling my shirt down and sliding on my pair of Crocs. I knock on the bathroom door and he slides it open. He's fixing his curly hair.

"What's wrong?" He questions, looking concerned.

"Did you check your phone this morning?" I reply, fidgeting with my hair.

"No? Well, I didn't check Instagram-"

"Look," I say, cutting him off. I turn on my phone and unlock it, frantically looking for the photo. My screen finally loads and I show him, his smile fading.

"Oh no."

~






๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฏ
๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐œ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐š!
๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™–๐™—๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™ง๐™ข๐™จ๐™— ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ 45,975 ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ
๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ÿ,๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฅ - stop i love her hair
ย  ย  ^ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ๐Ÿ’๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ง๐ž - ikr ppl need to stop hating
๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž - ew why would he date someone like her
ย  ย  ^ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฅ - wdym someone like her? are u racist??
๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ - brb gonna cry now
ย  ย  ^๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ - REAL THIS IS SO SAD
๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐ฏ - who is this random girl walker is with.
๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ - ppl im the comments need to learn how to be supportive
๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ– - sleep with your window open tn delilah
๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ๐Ÿ’๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ง๐ž - why would they out a private teen couple-
๐™˜๐™ก๐™ž๐™˜๐™  ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ...

I quietly sniffle in my pillow, scrolling through the photos that I used to cherish. Walker and I haven't talked since the trip, and it's been a week. Eloise has refused to talk to me at all since I "lied" to her, but Olivia and I are still close. I haven't talked to any famous person that I met except Momona, who has helped me throughout this whole situation. My whole school knows. Everyone at my dance academy knows. Thankfully, Viktoria is still talking to me. At least I have those 3. There's a knock on my door, interrupting my tears. My mom slowly cracks the door open.

"Are you okay, Delilah?" My mom questions, opening the door a few inches wider. I slowly shake my head.

"Definitely not," I express, biting my nail. My mom frowns and sits down next to me. She rubs my tears away.

"Is this about the..." I nod, taking another tissue and stuffing it up my nose. To make things better, I'm also sick with a cold. "Listen, this might be extremely hard for you. I get it. You are just a teen, and you technically didn't give your permission for them to drop your private life. I think it's unfair, and I'm sorry." I sniffle as I check my Instagram followers. I have 230 new followers, which is insane.

"He hasn't talked to me since I got back home from the airport," I mumble. My mom's eyes widen.

"Like, what's his issue? It's not like you asked MTV to reveal his girlfriend," my mom rants, crossing her arms. "Here, have some iced green tea." She rested a glass of green tea with a few pieces of ice. She opens up a straw and places it in the cup. She kisses my forehead.

"Thanks, mom," I smile, wiping a tear running down my cheek. She leaves my room and turns off the hallway lights. I check my messages app shortly after she leaves, sniffling a lot.

momona ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ’‹

hey, how is everything?

not super better
but im doing a little
better, but im also
really sick so ๐Ÿ˜ญ

awh im sorry boo ๐Ÿ˜ญ
well im gonna talk to walker
since idk why he would
stop texting you

ikr, like idk of anything
i did. or how it is my
fault

okay, well go to bed, you'll
need it ๐Ÿซ‚

okay thanks momona โค๏ธ

ofc!!

pjo cast (and momoma)

leah ๐Ÿ’Ÿ - are momona n i the only logical
leah ๐Ÿ’Ÿ - ones in this gc?

charlie ๐Ÿ—ก - nah, walker don't ignore delilah

aryan ๐Ÿ - yeah walker

momona ๐Ÿ˜ธ- yeah or im gonna curse u out

walker ๐Ÿ–•- okay im sorry
walker ๐Ÿ–•- it's just hard to process yk?

charlie ๐Ÿ—ก - well u didn't have to ghost her

walker ๐Ÿ–•- okay fine ill text her

momona ๐Ÿ˜ธ - thank the gods

leah ๐Ÿ’Ÿ - pray that she even wants u back

aryan ๐Ÿ - yeah u better be happy dude

a/n from ur local rat

back then gone for another month core ๐Ÿ’‹ also thanks for 20k?! and number 2 in teens ๐Ÿ™€ that's insane. thank you guys sm ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ

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