Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I tell her about the heartache of having the rug pulled out from under my feet, and the tumble of nightmares in the aftermath. The guilt at Josh having to be with me through the crazy lows, holding my hand and ensuring me I was going to be ok. That we’d make it through it. That he wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Josh jumps in during my recount. “The guilt you felt was totally unnecessary. We’d make it through anything, me and you. I’d always be there, no matter how rough it got.”
Tiff raises her eyebrows. “Lucky that, since it got pretty fucking rough there for you guys. Hats off to the lovely Connor Preston for carrying on his cuntish behaviour, though. Thank fuck he’s such a prick, chucking up waves of bullshit every other direction he turns.”
Another cackle, and she takes a swig of wine.
I nod, smiling. “I owe Katie Del Francis a thank you card. She can keep Connor for ever. Good luck to her. She’ll need it, even if she is a mean girl bitch herself.”
Tiff looks between me and Josh at that, one to the other. Her eyes are wide, mouth open.
“Katie Del Francis keeping Connor for ever? What the fuck? Have you two even been online today?”
Josh pulls a face. “Not really, no. In case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been in the middle of a house move.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, but still. Everyone has time for a bit of scrolling, don’t they? And it must be the first thing that would come up on your feed.”
I’m as blank as Josh is. I’ve barely looked at my phone today, and haven’t been scrolling.
“Here, take a look,” she says, and pulls her own phone from her bag. Her new black nail extensions are covered in red leopard print, and look fucking epic. I compliment her on them, but she doesn’t even notice, just taps away on her screen.
Then she turns the phone to face us, one after the other.
The headline jumps out a mile off.
FEUD BETWEEN KATIE AND CONNOR BURNS FIERCE! SCREENSHOTS SHOW IT ALL!
“What the hell?” I say, and take the phone from her. “They were crazy besties a few days ago.”
“Not any longer,” she replies with a fierce cackle. “Things can turn quick when you’re like the two biggest pricks in a school yard. She hates his guts now. Says he’s a lying piece of shit who fucked a MUA in a toilet cubicle at one of his photoshoots. Literally yesterday. While she was waiting for him in the makeup room.”
“Were Connor and Katie even a couple?!” I ask. “I thought they were just hanging out together. Causing shit.”
“Who the fuck will ever know?” Tiff tops up her wine. “Katie’s claiming Connor gave her sweet nothings and promises of forever. That he said she was his soulmate. Musical geniuses, with an equal love of the party scene. Twin flames and all that jazz. What a load of crap.”
I scan the article, and that bit makes me laugh.
“Soulmates? Really? What a joke.”
“Yeah, totally.” She nods. “But it’s getting nasty. He denied it all when it first hit her feed, says they were just mates hanging out and she’s fucking delulu. But a few hours ago she released screenshots on her socials. Said he’s a cunting liar. With an asterisk in the place of a u, of course.”
“What the –”
“Yep. Screenshots. No getting out of that one, twat face.”
I keep scrolling, trying to take in the words onscreen, and there are so many links to articles, and thousands and thousands of comments.
“Katie’s right,” I say. “He is a cunting liar.”
Tiff clinks my wine glass. “Yeah, and the whole world knows it, because it’s in black and white, in about six thousand screenshots. AND.” She pauses. “In one of them, he said the song about you meant nothing. Just an off the cuff flash of genius inspiration. You meant sweet fuck all compared to the love he had for her, apparently. Blah, blah, blah.”
Josh beams over at me. “We now owe a thank you card to the pair of them for being such fame hungry wankers. Keep it up, assholes.”
I can’t help myself to keep digging. The temptation is too strong.
I click through to Katie Del Francis’ screenshots, and sure enough, Connor is laying it on thick with her in his messages. Holy shit, I get prickles up my arms as I read his cheap lines about how the hooker song meant nothing. It was just a flash of brilliance, just as he’d always known it would be. Katie was the one who really mattered and had the power to set his heart alight.
Utter, utter bullshit. What an ignorant tosser.
He wrecked my life with that vile song. Poor Connor, so heartbroken by a cheating hooker bitch like me. Jackass.