Coffee Boy and Cupcake Girl

chapter 68- bitchiest of them all

No one knows this mystery woman, but we do know she was seen with him coming out of his restaurant. Who is she? Michaela Stevens opens up about new girlfriend in an interview. Link is below.Follow for more, and stay updated on the latest celebs.

Tears come to my eyes. I'm so mad. I click on the interview.

"So, Michaela, We've hear you know this latest girlfriend, please give us more info."

"That's correct, Mila. She is the lowest of the low. She threatened me with my life, and is constantly harsh towards me. Her name was... serena or something. But she was the worst."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, what did you do?"

"I went to therapy. I talked to my counselor about it, and she helped me work through some feelings. When I came to the conclusion she was probably intimidated by me, I was able to feel at peace, and ignore her." Angry tears spilled out of my eyes. My mom started calling me. Shit. I run into the bathroom.

"Naya! Naya! What happened?"

"Go online."

"What?"

"Search your name online." I sniffle.

"FUCK. How dare she." Noah seethes. The bathroom door was locked. I sob against it. The whole world thinks Im a bitch. And who would believe a nobody over a freaking supermodel.

"Love, please, open the door." I don't do anything. I hear the lock clicking and the door swings open. My eyes are red and puffy. What did I do to deserve this? He picks me up from the floor and hugs me. I can't stop crying. I'm not even one of the things that bitch said in her interview. How could someone stoop this low? How dare she threaten me.

"Noah, I-Iswear, I-I did-n't do a-a sing-single thing that sh-she said in th-that i-interview." I i hiccup.

"I know, love, I know." He holds me tightly, and I continue crying into his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers over and over again.

"I'm gonna try to fix this." He tells me. He opens his phone.

"I'm going to go live on my platform. You and I are going to explain everything. Okay?" Noah asks. I nod my head, wiping the tears from my eyes. He starts his live, thousands of people immediately join.

"Hey, everyone. I'm addressing the horrible rumors that were spread and sent out to the tabloids this morning. First of all-"

I scooch closer to him, so my face is shown live. He looks at me in surprise.

"Are you sure you want to do this, love?" He whispers in my ear. I nod my head.

"Um, hi. " I begin. The comments begin flowing in.

Omggg is this her?

She looks like a bitch

You don't kow her, maybe she's nice

She's just another fling

I already don't like her.

'Omg she's pretty, but she's crying

She doesn't look like a supermodel

I take a deep breath, and his hand tightens over mine.

"Okay. Whoo. So, um, my name is Shanaya. Most people call me Naya. And you all can choose to believe whatever you want, but I'm going to make this short, and straight to the point". A piece of hair falls in my face and Noah tucks it back behind my ear.