Chapter 4 Four

We hadn't talked about the Cory that we knew in the past in years, but we'd definitely talked about the rapper Cory and none of those conversations had gone far enough for me to hear something like this, so it's shocking to find out that Tate thinks Cory is hot. Hot as hell. I'm certain she had a thing for Justice in the past, but I think he never reciprocated the energy she was giving him. I still don't know exactly how their relationship ended.

"Eww. I'll pretend I didn't hear that," I make barfing noises.

"You know he is. Anyways how did you guys talk?"

He sent me a DM after ten years of ghosting me. Ghosting all of us. "He DMed me yesterday when I was busy thinking about that embarrassing video," I say instead. "He wants us to do a video together. So I'll be meeting him at their family house on Saturday."

Tate snorts. "Oh I totally forgot about that. That was so hilarious," she doubles over laughing, because she's an evil sister. "You're lucky he posted this. At least you're-lemme check-the top four trending search after Cory, Tittleattack and meds."

"Oh that's great," I fake smile. "Can I even win that award? I'm standing against Millie freaking Kennedy who's like the most unstained person on the internet. I think I should say bye bye to the ten thousand dollars prize money. "

Pursing her lips, Tate says, "look on the bright side. You're meeting Cory Title, so many people will never see him till death."

I can't roll my eyes back enough. Her fan-girling could be very annoying, but if I call it out, I'm just being childish. "Just to be clear, I'm not stoked about it at all."

"I wonder why you hate the guy so much, I know there might be lots of rumours going around about him, but I think you should separate the artiste from his craft. It's going to make things easier for the both of you."

I scoff. "I don't give a damn about the rumours because I'm sure he is guilty and I hate both sides of him, so I don't need to separate anything."

Tate waves her hand like she's done with the conversation. "Whatever you say. What will you do about the award? I don't think three months is enough time for people to forget enough to still vote for you."

She's painfully right. "Truthfully, I'm so scared of Millie. She's definitely winning the thing. It's more painful because I've worked harder than her for it, I even have more followers clearly."

Tate shakes her head. " No, no, freaking no. You aren't doing this while I'm here. Look you might not feel it's true right now but I want you to know that you're a better influencer than Millie Kennedy. Your content is creative and refreshing ... well sometimes ... While hers is just basically about dressing up a goat. There's no way she's better than you. Plus you're the one seeing Cory Title on Saturday which is a big deal."

"Meeting Cory Title isn't an achievement!"

"You're lucky he's overlooking your video," I give her the side eye and she shrugs. "Okay forget I said that. You're better than Millie and her goat is my point."

Her words have me thinking, has Cory come across the video?

"But people love Titi the goat more than me at the moment." And it's true. Millie Kennedy has three million followers solely because she makes videos where she dresses up a goat she named Titi, while I had to do my hair and makeup to perfection, tryout different hacks(that by the way never worked. I don't know why they make them), starve my ass to buy expensive clothes and sometimes begged for interaction from other influencers before I got my first million. I guess life is really unfair.

"Titi the goat has nothing on you sis," Tate raises her phone towards my face. "See? There are some new comments about you that are good. This one here says "I will love Judith Jerry forever because she's the mother of my children. She can do no wrong in my eyes so fuck off losers."

After seeing the account name, I wave the phone aside, groaning. "Did you even look at the names? They're all the same person. Apparently the guy is totally obsessed with me."

I'd found out that @jaydenlovesjudith,

@jaydenandjudith4eva, @jaydenwedsjudith and @jaydenspears were all the same person. It was glaringly obvious, they were all obsessed with me and coincidentally had the same name. How possible is that?

"Oh. I didn't think of that."

"Yeah. You didn't. All of them are stan accounts."

"You mean to tell me that this guy created four accounts dedicated to loving you? Girl you're a star."

I'm convinced Tate is the most annoying and unconcerned person on earth. I wish I was as nonchalant about things as her. "Oh please. All he does is tell the world that I'm his fiancee. It's starting to get on my nerves. He's delusional."

This Jayden person had gone as far as editing a picture of him proposing to me and claiming I'd accepted his ring after meeting his parents. He had even composed a song about me which he claims is his ringtone and what he listens to before he goes to bed. I had many guys like him, girls even but none of them had gone as far as he had.

"Awwn that's so cute," Tate hugs herself. There's no way she thinks that's cute, she's just messing with me.

"He tattooed my name on his thigh! You call that cute?"

"Do you have a pic?"

I gape at her. "Are you for real? Why the fuck would I keep a pic of that? It was not an attractive thigh just to be clear."

She bursts into giggles. "Oh ... I'm so sorry but ... It's just too funny," she starts rolling around the bed. The bed I'd spent minutes making. If she weren't my sister I would've punched her, because it took me everything to make that bed.

She continues chuckling and I ignore her while I get dressed. When I'm done, I rush to my work desk and open my laptop. Time to face social media. " Woah," I exclaim, "we're back to five million followers and Millie just posted a video of herself. It already has forty thousand views and twenty thousand likes. How lovely!"

"Oh God," Tate comes over, hitting play on the video. It starts with Millie walking into an orphanage, and talking to the owner. Then the children start smiling and hugging her. She signals to the two hefty looking men who walked in with her-they look like bodyguards-and they go out and return with several boxes which they start distributing to the kids. At the end of the video, Titi the goat runs in from nowhere into her arms and Millie rubs his ears, grinning at the camera. She captioned it, "Never try to be who you're not. Just be who you're, expecting nothing in return."

What the fuck did I just look at?

"Okay. That is the most fake charity given I'd seen in my life," Tate says. "And the goat thing? That was cringey as fuck."

The goat is the least of my problems. "Millie did not just throw shade at me. No way." How dare she?

Tate sneers. "She so did. I never liked that bitch."

To be frank, Millie did nothing wrong and we don't have the right to bad-mouth her. I'm the bad person here, but she doesn't have the right to call me out. Yes, she didn't call names, but it isn't hard to tell who she's referring to.

I check the comments on the website created for the contest, and as expected, everyone is loving up to her. Some douchebag even put up a split screen picture, comparing the two of us-okay, many douchebags are comparing the both of us. Oh shit.

"I can't believe this. I groan, it's just three months left to the voting day and I'm being trolled. This is so messed up.

"And Somuchhatefortrash strikes again. This time she's saying she can't wait for Millie to win the contest while you rot away in your fancy apartment with five cats," Tate frowns. "Okay I need to find this bitch and teach her a lesson."

Millie just increased her chances of winning by ten percent. Tate might be saying it's fake but the internet wouldn't think the same because the internet is moved by what they see and hear. Doing charity like that is something everyone wants to see. It's probably the best public-image boosting thing anyone can do. She's definitely getting more votes for this and I can't sit back and watch it happen. I need that ten thousand dollars and I'm ready to do anything it takes to get it.

I just have to do something that puts me back in the good books of people. And I have to do it fast.