A story about an ex.

Wallis grimaced. The way he hesitated made Sarah certain that this story could be bad for her-- real bad. A part of her wanted to ignore it entirely, but she had seen enough scandals ruin other musicians' careers to know that ignoring it was the worst thing that she could do.

Sarah gulped.

"It's about Darien," Wallis said quietly.

Sarah's hands balled into fists.

Darien?

Fucking Darien!

She knew right away where this 'rumor' was coming from. It had to be right from the horse's mouth. Her break up with Darien had been her worst ever, and she had had her fair share of terrible, horrible break ups. She had split with Darien nearly six months ago. There had been a fight, lots of fights. She didn't like to think about the way that both of them had acted. The very thought of him got Sarah all riled up, so she mostly did her best to put those kinds of ideas out of her head.

Both her people and his had released statements about how they both still loved each other as friends but that they needed to move on. That was bull. There was no one in the world that Sarah Morris hated more than Darien Kennedy. And now, she was at risk of having her (mostly) squeaky-clean image being tarnished by Darien of all people?

"What is it?" she asked, trying to stay cool. "What's the story?"