All Chapters of My neighbor is famous: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Take care.Ágatha’s last words kept echoing in my head as I put my phone away.I knew what they meant.The scandal had already reached my bosses. And on Monday, I was in for a conversation I definitely wasn’t going to like.I sighed and walked out of the building. I needed to clear my head, even if just for a few minutes.But the universe had other plans.Just as I turned the corner, I ran straight into the last thing I wanted to see in this world.A horde of paparazzi."It’s her!" one of them shouted, raising his camera like a soldier ready for battle."Sofía, look this way! Are you dating Archie?""How did it start? Is this a PR stunt?"Oh, for the love of God.I froze for a second, but then my survival instincts kicked in.Run.Without thinking twice, I spun around and bolted in the opposite direction."Sofía, wait!"Not a chance.I ran like a final girl in a horror movie—dodging people, jumping over steps, and losing every ounce of dignity in the process.A car honked as I crossed

I slept like I’d been knocked out. Literally. No dreams, no tossing and turning, not even the usual existential insomnia. Just darkness—and the best pillow in the world: the one from my childhood, the one that smells like cheap fabric softener and home.I woke up to the sound of the microwave and the unmistakable smell of frozen waffles. Jackson was already in the kitchen, eating like he hadn’t seen food in three days. My mom was talking to him in that soft, maternal tone she only used with kids and grumpy customers at the store.“And how are you doing?” she asked when she saw me walk in.“Better. Though I think I’ve lost a year of my life this week.”“You’ve got some to spare.”I smiled. Mom always knew when to say something dumb just to make me laugh. I sat down next to Jackson, who had syrup on his eyelashes.“Did you talk to Archie?” he asked suddenly, without even looking up.I almost choked on my first sip of coffee.“Excuse me?”“I’m just saying… he looked sad.”I stared at him

Monday morning hit me like a brick to the face.I woke up to the sound of Jackson getting ready for school, and for a split second, I forgot about the disaster my life had become. Then I checked my phone.Seventeen missed calls. Forty-three unread messages. And one text from Agatha that made my stomach drop to the floor:We need to talk. Kitchen. 8 AM sharp.Shit.I dragged myself out of bed and threw on the first clean clothes I could find. When I walked into the kitchen, both Mr. and Mrs. Walker were sitting at the table with coffee cups and serious expressions.Jackson was nowhere to be seen, which probably meant they'd already sent him off to school early. Smart move. This was about to get ugly."Sit down, Sofia," Mr. Walker said, gesturing to the chair across from them.I sat, trying to read their faces. Agatha looked tired, like she hadn't slept much. Mr. Walker just looked... disappointed."I'm sure you know why we wanted to talk," Agatha began, her voice carefully neutral."Th