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Chapter 3

After last period ended, I found Brett outside in the school parking lot. I walked in between him and his friends and pulled him away.

“Woah, what’s wrong Sasha?” he asked.

“We need to talk about that YouTube video.”

“What about it? It did pretty good.” He placed his hand on the nape of his neck.

I took a deep sigh before continuing, “I need you to delete it. People are taking it out of proportion and even making hate videos about it. They think I’m your new girlfriend or something.”

“I know,” he started, “That was the point. The more drama there is, the more traffic.”

“Wait, so you did this on purpose?” I nearly screamed.

“Not really, it just happened, and I went with it. You gotta have tougher skin than this if you want to be a real Youtuber.”

My teeth started to grind together, ever so slightly. “You don’t understand. If my parents see all this happening, they might make me delete my channel completely.”

“Oh well, maybe you shouldn’t have lied to them. I’m not taking down the video.”

When I got into the car with my mom and Cain, I pulled out my phone to check on the video again. All I did was search the title and a few more commentary videos about us had popped up. Who knew that Brett had this big of a fanbase already?

“Well hello to you too ma’am.” My mom said sarcastically.

“Sorry. Hey mom! How was your day?”

“It was pretty good. Work is work. Apparently, your brother had a busy day,” she turned around to look at him, “as soon as he got in the car, he fell asleep.”

I turned to look at him too and laughed a little at the sight of him drooling.

“How was school today?”

“Oh, it was good too. Its the same thing every day.” I said, picking my phone back up. The comments under the original video never stopped rolling in.

This is the worst thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s ugly.

Somebody find her social media; I need a word with her.

If you tried to replace Bethany, you failed bad.

Speaking of social media, some of his subscribers had found my accounts, and were constantly DMing me throughout the day. I don’t know what made them think this was alright. Most of them must be younger kids because adults don’t act like this. Never mind, the guy in the video earlier proves that some adults do act like this.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.” My mom asked once we came to a stoplight.

“Nothing, I’m just really tired.”

“Its that phone you keep looking at.”

I let out another big sigh. “Mom, my phone doesn’t cause all my problems.”

“Uh huh, that’s what you think.”

Dinner that night was quiet. I didn’t feel like talking anymore and Cain was too tired to, for the first time ever.

“What’s wrong with you two,” dad asked, “this is the first time I’ve seen both of you be so quiet. Its unsettling.”

“I’m just tired today…” Cain said, trailing off into his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m tired too. Today was a stressful day.”

“What was so stressful about it?”

“School work. I had a, um, test today and I also had a presentation to do.”

Dad looked up from his plate to look me in the eye. “Well, how did you do?”

“On what?”

“On the test…” he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Oh, I think I did pretty good. But it probably won’t get graded for a while.”

Later that night, I laid in bed sorting through my thoughts. That was before Cain bust into my room without knocking or saying anything.

“Cain! What did I tell you about knocking before you come in here?”

He didn’t speak, just stared at me before closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I got in a fight today, but no one knew about it, so I didn’t get in trouble.” He let out the breath he was holding and rubbed his hands together.

My eyes went wide as I sat up to look at him. “What? What do you mean you got in a fight?”

“Exactly what I said.”

“Stop trying to be smart,” I snapped at him, “What are you out here getting into fights for?”

“For you. A guy at recess was talking bad about you and I didn’t like it.”

What? I blinked a few times, trying to process what he had just told me.

“Cain… You can’t go to school and get in fights. It doesn’t matter what those kids were talking about.”

“Yes, it does! They had no business talking about you.”
I pulled him closer and looked at his skin. “Well considering you don’t have a scratch on you, I guess you won.”

Cain smiled a little, “He didn’t know how to fight.”

We both jumped in the air when we heard our dad’s voice come from the doorway. “And who exactly taught you how to fight?”

“Uh- “

“Cain, go to your room. Me and your sister have to talk.”

He came and sat next to me on the bed. He kept his eyes fixed on the door until Cain pulled it shut. Then, he turned to face me. “Do you want to tell me why elementary schoolers have a reason to be talking about you?”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I spilled the truth. I told him the entire story from the beginning. Including how I lied to mom about where I was going that weekend. Dad sighed and pulled me into a hug. He didn’t say anything for a while, he just hugged me.

“I thought you would be mad,” I sniffed, breaking the silence.

“I am,” he said, “But I think you learned a lesson without me yelling at you. When me and your mother give you rules, it’s not just because its fun. We’re trying to protect you. In this situation, we knew the possibility of something happening like this, that’s why we wanted to monitor what you posted. And then you go off to some boy’s house without even telling us,” he paused again before continuing, “He’s basically a stranger to you. You have no idea what could have happened.”

“I know dad. I’m sorry.” I said, trying to stop crying.

“This situation could have been so much worse, but I’m thankful that its not. I’m going to go up to the school tomorrow.”


“To tell the counselors about what happened. We need to get this video deleted off the internet.” He pulled away from our hug. He stood up and walked towards the door. “Now, I have to go talk to Cain about why he can’t go around punching whoever he wants to.” He opened the door and started to slip out.


“Yes Sasha?”

“Thank You.”

“You’re welcome love.” He smiled before shutting my door and leaving me in the dark.

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