6 | Aftermath

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"I'm sure it's not that big of a deal, Garcia," Spencer exhaled, continuing to write.

Penelope groaned. "You, boy wonder, do not understand the powers of the internet!"

"Uhuh."

"Put the stupid pen down!"

Spencer looked up, glaring at her as he placed the pen down. "What?"

"Read."

"Y/N L/N: Star or Slut?" Spencer shook his head. "It's just one article."

"And scroll."

"Y/N 'Homewrecker' L/N: Who will she strike next?"

"Keep going."

"SEDUCTION: How Y/N L/N slept her way to the top."

"Keep—"

"I've seen enough," Spencer muttered, handing her the phone. "People seriously believe this?"

"Enough people hate her, and enough people love him."

"That's ridiculous. Don't they know they're costars?"

Penelope shook her head. "Privacy contract. She has to wait another...8 months to say something. That is if her career is still standing by then."

Spencer looked at the headlines on the screen in front of him in disbelief. "What are the people saying? Surely they aren't buying it."

Penelope cleared her throat, reading through the comments. "I knew she was off, slut, what a—I shouldn't repeat that." Penelope grimaced. "I didn't even realize it was still legal to use that word...oh my."

Spencer stood up. "Maybe we can help her take legal action or something."

"Sad people on the internet can't be stopped with a lawyer, Spence." JJ pat his shoulder. "Y/N will be fine."

"The things people are saying, Jennifer—"

"You think she doesn't deal with this every day?" JJ sighed. "Comes with her job."

Spencer pursed his lips. "I just—"

"You're a good guy, Spence. It's your instinct to want to help, but Y/N is a relatively unfeeling being. She's fine."

You swiped through the mass of comments on your latest post, every positive one you previously spent hours staring at drowned out with hate.

WHORE

KYS

STAY AWAY FROM HIM

i never liked her lol

🤮🤮🤮

Disgusting

You stared blankly at the screen, letting it dim and eventually turn off.

A knock at the door.

"Y/N—"

"Go." You shut the door, Andy pushed back.

"Please."

"Leave, Andy!" You snapped. "It was your stupid movie that got me into this mess!"

"Hey! I know the Tristan thing is—"

"Not the fucking Tristan thing! The whole fucking industry!" You ran a hand through your hair. "What the hell do I do now? He's a survivor of my seductive ways, and I'm Hollywood's newest whore."

Andy bit his lip. "Listen, Y/N—"

"NO! I'm tired of listening!" You inhaled sharply, calming yourself down. "I'm quitting this stupid movie and moving to Finland or something."

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