On Saturday, I made sure I had all my homework for the next week done. I even did my chores early for a little extra flavor. I grabbed my purse and went down the stairs.
“Bye mom! I’m leaving now!” I shouted towards the living room.
She appeared in the doorway a second later. “Alright. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you there?”
“I’m sure. I have the money for an Uber today.” I said holding up my phone.
“You be careful out there in those Ubers. And call me if you want me to come pick you up.”
“I will, love you mom.” I turned around and walked out the front door. I sat down on the porch steps and went to Instagram on my phone. I copied and pasted the address Brett sent to me and put it into the Uber app.
About ten minutes later, the Uber finally showed up and I climbed into the back seat. Surprisingly, Brett doesn’t live too far away from my house. The drive was only about fifteen minutes long. We pulled into an up-scale neighborhood that my mother and I pass by all the time. The Uber driver stopped at a house right near the entrance to the neighborhood.
I thanked him before exiting the car and walking up to the front door. My hands felt sweatier than usual as I rang the doorbell twice. Less than a minute later, a guy that I didn’t recognize threw open the door.
“Hey. You must be Brett’s little friend.” He didn’t look much older than Brett himself. This must be his brother. “You’re kind of cute.”
“Don’t scare away my guest Michael.” Brett said from behind him.
“Whatever,” his brother huffed as he walked away from the door.
Brett smiled and opened the door for me to come inside. “Sorry about him. Don’t let him flirt with you too much.”
“I gotcha,” I laughed slightly, “So what video are we doing today?”
He motioned for me to follow him into the living room. “I’ve got it all set up for us. Basically, we’re going to do an old-fashioned Q and A. I’m going to ask you the questions, and you just give me entertaining answers.”
“Sounds simple enough,” I said as I sat down on the couch.
He took a seat next to me after turning on the light behind his camera. “Alright then. Let’s get started.”
Brett ended up posting the video a week later, after we had both watched and edited it. Honestly, Brett is way different than I would have imagined. He’s really not as bad as he seems.
Once the video was posted, I made sure to let everybody at school know about it, as if they already didn’t know. We go to a small school, so almost everyone hears the latest news.
That night, I pulled up the video to watch it again. It’s only been a few hours and his video already has triple the amount of views that any of my video have ever had. While I watched it, I pulled up the comments without thinking much of it.
Who is this girl? I thought he had a girlfriend.
I smiled slightly. I bet he does have a girlfriend at school, most of the girls like him anyway.
She’s too ugly to be his girlfriend anyway.
Ouch. Some’s jealous of a girl they’ve never met.
Next time you do a video, get someone who’s actually funny.
Brett...You can do so much better than this.
I...Look at her...Nvmd
I’m not trying to be rude but she’s annoying.
She’s cringe. I don’t like her.
I just looked up her channel. No wonder she doesn’t have subscribers.
I see why my parents made me turn my comments off. Whatever, these people can talk all they want behind a computer screen, they probably won’t ever say it to my face.
I heard a familiar banging sound come from my door.
“Yes Cain?” I called.
He let himself into the room and closed the door. “I saw your new video on YouTube!” he said with a smile.
“How did you find out about that? I wasn’t even the one who posted it.”
“My friend follows Brett and she recognized you. She said people were hating on you in the comments.”
I leaned back against my headboard. “So, and what?Those people have nothing better to do with their lives than talk about some girl on the internet.”
“This doesn’t bother you?” Cain asked.
He pulled his phone from out of his pocket. “I bet this is why mom and dad made you turn the comments off of your own videos. Do they even know about this video?”
“No and you’re not going to tell them, got it?”
“Ooh, you lied!” He pointed at me and shook his finger.
“I didn’t lie. I just omitted some information. It’ll be fine.”
The next day at school, Jayda met me by my locker like she does every morning. It’s like our own before-school regime.
“Good morning!” I said, beaming more than normal for a Tuesday morning.
“Why are you so chipper this morning?” she asked, dropping some of her books onto the floor.
“I don’t know. I just woke up in a good mood. You’re the one acting weird. Why so glum today?” I puffed my cheeks out and looked up at her.
“You haven’t seen the video?”
“What video?” I asked, deflating my cheeks.
“Some guy posted a video on YouTube last night. Basically, attacking you and Brett,” she cast her gaze on the floor.
“What! Let me see!”
She pulled and her phone and brought the video up. This man couldn’t have been younger than forty! What was he doing making fun of two teenagers?
“Do people really not have anything better with their lives?”
“Apparently he doesn’t,” Jayda said, “If I were you, I would ask Brett to take down the video ASAP.
“I still don’t understand what’s wrong with the video Jayda.”
“People think he’s trying to replace his old girlfriend with you. So, his little ‘followers’ are taking things into their own hands,” she said, putting air quotes around the word ‘followers.’
“This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” I huffed.
“I feel you,” she leaned down to pick her books back up, “I would still take the video down though. I don’t want things to get any worse. You never know what could happen.”
I sighed as I closed my locker. “Thanks Jayda. I can always count on you to be the wise one between us.”
She laughed at me. “You know it!”