Today is my day. I took two hours to get ready for the show. Now is my time. I walked elegantly inside the auditorium, gave my best performance and even was praised by the judges. I was literally on cloud nine. I was in a good mood coz I knew it very well that I will be selected as the lead actress. I decided to cook dinner myself today. So, I went to the market and bought the ingredients. I returned home and unlocked the door while humming. I then opened the door and entered while dancing and directly crashed into someone. I screamed at the top of my voice in reflex.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! Who are you?"
I patted my chest, while the ingredients already flew and landed somewhere in the living room. I looked up to see who it was and froze. That's my best friend and also my current competitor. It's fucking annoying that I met her now.
"Why are you here?"
"Bitch, I got the role. Can you imagine? I got the role. Bwahahahaha"
"Bitch, do you know how scared I was just now?"
"Oops"
"Damn!"
"Girl, do you know how hard it is for me to come and meet you? My manager is making me CRAZY. I feel like beating the shit out of him."
"Ok, ok. I got it. Sit down and stop shouting."
"Uh, oh. Okay." She slumped on the sofa and sat like a lecherous CEO with girls around him. I was used to this, but the fans... She chose the 'friendly and innocent girl' image, while I chose 'confident, straightforward and 100% bitch' image. I literally fought with my manager and took back my freedom. Me being innocent, pure and submissive little shit? Nah, not possible. I might turn into the boss who intimidates you.
"I am hungry."
"Go and buy food."
"How can you be so heartless? I am" Her stomach growled. I turned speechless. My best friend is a complete foodie, a drunkard, wild, adventurous, free spirited soul. Yet her manager chose such an unique image for her! I am really, really speechless. I don't know how she can survive this.
I went to my bedroom and changed into something comfortable and went to the kitchen to cook. I washed the vegetables and started cutting them into fine pieces. She came to the kitchen like a lost puppy and hugged me like a bear. I could only sigh and continue chopping. Suddenly, a naughty hand stole few of the vegetables. I slapped her hand away.
"Please." She said in a cute voice. I had the sudden urge to throw up.
"Don't you dare act like this. It's disgusting."
"I feel the same. This fucker! He blackmailed me. He has my dirty photos. What if he posts them in social media. My popularity! I can see it clearly in front of my eyes."
"What?"
"My fans leaving me and the whole world laughing at me."
"Don't say things like this. Your manager just kept few photos with himself. I have all the photos. Be scared of me."
"You won't dare."
"Oh really? As a best friend, you shouldn't trust me so much."
"I have your dirty photos as well."
"Try me, bitch."
"Sure." She took out her phone and went through her gallery. I saw her having separate folders containing just my photos. I highly doubt that if the phone was to be stolen by anyone, they will think it was her phone and not mine.
"Gotcha." I saw her posting a few photos for real. I went to the living room and did the same. She sent more of my photos and I sent hers. We both started fighting on the net without having any idea of what was to come.
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