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Rebecca was ready.

She woke up, showered and dressed, put on a pot of coffee. It was going to be a new day. It was going to be a great day.

Rebecca was about to become the most-famous woman in the world and she will owe of her thanks to Dean.

She inhaled a deep breath of the hazelnut coffee aroma and smiled. Nothing was going to stop her from achieving her goal. Not her bitchy costars on theReal Housewives.Not Dean and his treatment of her. No one.

It was always her goal to become rich and famous no matter the cost and those pictures of her and Dean cost a pretty penny.

The pictures should’ve been leaked and her social accounts should’ve been blown up. She checked her phone notifications and saw a weird thing. Followers replied with the paint pallet emoji.

“What the…?” Rebecca went online and did a search for Dean. Her jaw dropped open upon seeing the first search result:

DEAN WINCHESTER HAS ACTUAL SEX WITH HOT NEW WIFE IN AD.

“New wife?!” Rebecca yelled. She clicked on the result and scrolled down to the video. She played it and shook her head in amazement and pure, utter disgust.

How do you art?

The camera panned to an image of Sydney, slowly painting an image of four black women in various hairstyles – an Afro, long hair, short hair, and braids. An image across the screen titled the image as “Sisterhood.”

I become my art. I like to feel the textures, the colors, and smell the surface. I like to hear it.

The camera panned to Sydney pressing her ear to the canvas.

My art speaks to me. It tells me what I should next. It tells me what to feel. If I don’t feel it, neither can you.

The next image was the jaw-dropper – Dean approached Sydney from behind and the couple began kissing. He kissed her all over her body and hoisted her against a different canvas. They began to move together in unison as they both gasped and clutched each other.

The scene was cut by an image of Sydney in front of a beach, sipping a drink out of a coconut. The next image was of her singing karaoke in front of a crowd and a homemade video of her and Dean kissing, which was spliced with another erotic image of Sydney riding Dean on their sofa.

It was clear the couple were having sex, though no images below the waist were seen. Instead, it looked like a hot scene from a PG-13 movie.

Their wedding rings were clearly shown.

The last scene was a time-lapse video of Sydney painting a new picture of now-infamous footballer Caleb Kelly, who protested against the National Anthem. It was Caleb kneeling in front of the American flag, wearing his football uniform. Behind the flag were images of the United States’ dirty history – the Native American genocide, the Japanese interment camps, African slavery, Jim Crow laws, sundown towns, anti-immigration, and Islamophobia.

The caption read, “#NeverForget.”

So let me ask you…how do you art?

The ad for Sydney’s show at the Ferguson Gallery was shown.

Rebecca’s jaw dropped open as she went onto her Twitter account and saw Dean and Sydney were the top trending topics. Everyone praised how wonderful and artistic the performance art was while sending congratulations to the newly married couple. Rebecca did a search for her name and came up empty.

Rebecca checked her voicemail and heard back from the hacker she’d hired to do the photos. “Hey man, sorry I couldn’t upload the pics today. I had to do something for my mom so I was gone for a while. I can do it tomorrow after school. Let me know if that works, yo.” The line went dead.

Rebecca decided she would forego the hacker and the ten thousand dollar advance she gave him. She would upload her photos and then what? She would get sued by Dean. He would hate her for the rest of his life. There went any chance of reconciliation. She could possibly get arrested.

No one talked about her. No one cared. And now that Dean was married, it was official he no longer cared about her.

Rebecca sighed and started to type a tweet to Dean, wishing he and Sydney luck on their marriage. She then hastily erased it before she retyped it and pressed send.

She needed some drama for her storyline. She might as well bank off the newly married couple.

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