Page 58 of Marisol Acts the Part
“Right. Totally. Your secret’s safe with me.” He holds up a pair of crossed fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
The silence returns, and not the thoughtful kind. Miles shifts awkwardly, running a hand down his jacket as he eyes the doorway. Down the hall, I spot Jerome poking his head out from the kitchen again, backing away when he realizes I instantly spotted him.
Finally, Miles turns around to face me again instead of staring at the wall and holds out his hand. “Friends?”
I bite back a laugh when I notice how intensely his hand is shaking. Like he’s settling a deal with the devil instead of asking his ex to be friends again. I pull him into a hug. “Only if you keep bringing me doughnuts.”
Stars Weekly
EXCLUSIVE:AVALON GROVESTAR MARISOL POLLY-RODRIGUEZ SPOTTED KISSING MYSTERY WOMAN
By Emerald Rowe
It seems Marisol Polly-Rodriguez hasdefinitelymoved on from costar Miles Zhao. In new photos submitted by an anonymous source toStars Weekly,Polly-Rodriguez is seen tenderly embracing an unknown woman. The photos came just a few weeks after Polly-Rodriguez and Zhao announced the end of their nearly four-year-long relationship. With Zhao and Polly-Rodriguez both starring in the second season ofThe Limittogether, this is certain to stir things up between the two—if it hasn’t already.
“She’s there to win him back for sure,” says an anonymous source who claims to have worked on set ofThe Limitseasontwo.
Well, one thing is for certain—she’s definitely not kissing Zhao in these new photos. Is this a post-breakup fling? Or a plot to make Zhao jealous?
COMMENTS
Lol well that was fast
NOOOOOOOO MY MILESOL HEART
How is this news???
Girl slow down you’ve been single for like 2minutes
good for her!!!!! miles treated her terribly, she deserves someone new
GO OFF MY SAPPHIC QUEEN
Why does that girl she’s kissing seem so familiar??
Chapter 21
I wake up the next morning to a stomachache and three missed calls and a text from Delia.
Call me ASAP
That was from ten minutes ago. I don’t bother scrollingthrough the rest of my notifications; I immediately sit up and call her. Whatever this is about, it must be seriously important for her to be calling me at four in the morning LA time.
“You’re in the news again,” Delia says in lieu of a greeting, back to business as usual.
“Is that a good thing?” I ask, even though, based on her tone, it isn’t. Though the rest of my team isn’t with her this time. So at least it isn’t catastrophically bad. Or good, for thatmatter.
“You tell me.”
Before I can ask what she means, my phone buzzes with a new text from her. A link to an article onStars Weekly.Dread rushes through me, along with a sense of déjà vu. The last time I opened one of these links, it led me to an article plastered with photos of me mid–emotional breakdown.
This article is no different. A photo is the focal point—blurry this time, at least. No HD close-ups of the snot on my upper lip. It’s hard to make out the details at first, but the site does me the courtesy of zooming in about a hundred times until the blocky pixels start to take on a more recognizable shape.
Me, kissing Jamila outside of set yesterday.
“Shit.”
“Good shit or bad shit?” Delia asks, already typing at top speed.
