“Hey.” Lake hands me her phone as we’re waiting for the guys to finish up and come out of the clubhouse.
“What’s up?” I take her phone, hoping this isn’t some preteen drama and people are spreading lies about her.
I read the screen, and my stomach drops like a semi-truck off a cliff.
When you have the same OBGYN as Foster Davis’s baby mama.
And there’s a picture of us in the waiting room.
I scroll as my stomach does that slow, nauseating drop because my body knows before my brain catches up. I’m about to be skinned alive in public.
northside.nyla: She’s not who I thought he’d be with.
2,983 likes
Of course I’m not. I’m not a swimsuit model with a ring light.
wavelandwatcher: same… I’m confused
611 likes
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ivyandheat: y’all act like you know him personally
1,204 likes
They’ll never know the Foster Davis I do.
dugoutdaydreams: He could do better.
4,112 likes
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filthyfourteen: Like me.
3,401 likes
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southside_sanity: Get in line
2,887 likes
Congrats on having zero self-respect and a keyboard.
bullpenbabe14: Cry… I wanted to have his baby.
5,620 likes
Sorry my uterus is crushing your dream.
extra_innings_girl: leave her alone. She’s cute.
8,944 likes
Cute. That’s… kind. In the way you call a stray cat cute right before you give it away.
