Page 6 of Fangirl
Iturn my head and hiss as a bolt of pain shoots from my neck down to the middle of my back.
Note to self: Falling asleep drunk on my two-seater Hepburn sofa is a terrible idea.
I sit up with a groan, blinking against the blinding sunlight because, of course, today of all days, the sun decided to show up.
I push to my feet and sigh, eyeing my dead laptop on the coffee table and the empty wine cup next to it.
Last night? Not my proudest moment.
I shuffle to the kitchen and start the coffee machine, then plug in my laptop and turn on my phone, which, of course, also died overnight.
As the machine roars to life, promising me the nectar of the gods, my phone chimes, signalling it’s awake, except it’s having a complete meltdown.
"What the hell?"
I frown as notifications start rapid-firing, and my phone blows up with emails—428 of them.
I blink. That… can’t be right.
Must be some stupid software glitch. Makes sense. I’m three days out of warranty, after all.
I take a long sip of coffee, letting out a satisfied sigh as the caffeine hits all the right places.
Then I grab my phone and refresh the email app.
My frown deepens.
This isn’t a glitch.
I’ve either been hacked, or I did something very, very stupid last night.
And considering the empty wine cup and my questionable life choices, I have a very bad feeling about which one it is.
I crack open my laptop, waiting for the damage report.
Four hundred twenty-seven of the emails are from the HollanderNation forum.
One is from Wowcher.
I let out a slow breath, staring at the screen.
I’m a popular gal, after all.
My heart pounds as I open the emails, one after another,reading in stunned silence.
Each message is worse than the last.
Hateful words leap off the screen. Accusations of jealousy, stupidity, and worse.
Threats.
To me. To my family.
@JakeLover99: You jealous, bitter cow. You wouldn’t know talent if it hit you in the face.
@Hollander4Ever: LMAO, another fat, ugly fangirl mad that Jake would never look at her. Stay mad, loser.
@Jake’sWifeIRL: Hope you choke, you miserable hag. We don’t need your negativity in our fandom.
