𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐕.𝐇

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Maddy's pov

I feel like I've been dragged through hell and back.

Dragged by the hair on the back of my neck by Vinnie and all of his cultish fans making sure it was as painful as possible. They have no fucking clue what has gone on between us but of course they immediately jump to me being the reason why he's in a slump right now.

We never even announced that we were dating. We didn't have time to— we lasted a single week. It's that stupid tiktokroom account. I would probably be a nobody still if it weren't for that bloody account. Vinnie and I could possibly be on good terms right now too if it weren't for that account.

But still, I have no clue what Vinnie was so mad about.

I keep trying to convince myself that I dodged a red flag considering Vinnie thought I was 'too much' after only a week, but I can't help but feel like there's more to what really happened. There was something he was referring to, something that I apparently knew about. But no matter how hard I tried, nothing came to mind.

It's the only thing that's been swirling around my mind for the past week. Consuming my thoughts and driving me absolutely insane.

Anyways, back to reality.

I've been locked in my room all week. My excuse to mum was that I found a really good TV show that was ten seasons long and I was currently binge watching them all. She believed me.

Jules, on the other hand, it's hard to keep her away. She doesn't know much about what was going on, but she's seen everything online— again, I'm giving thanks to tiktokroom for that.

She's tried to make me let her come over, but I just tell her that I want some alone time which thankfully, Jules respects.

But really what I've been doing is sleeping, crying, sleeping, crying, sleeping... you get the point.

My stomach grumbles as it gives me my hourly reminder that I need to feed myself. But again, I ignore it. Hour...forty eight? Maybe? Has it been two days since I've had something to eat? Probably.

I curse myself for letting a boy make me act the way that I am. I guess that's what happens when the guy you love tells you he doesn't want to see you anymore.

Yeah...I've also come to terms with the fact that I do love him. I realised on maybe day two of my Vinnie hibernation that I did and that only made me cry even more.

I guess what Jules was telling me was true. It took a while to realise that the weird feeling I got whenever I was around him was actually me falling head over heels for him.

Monica was the feeling of love.

I knew I didn't like Monica. She's a bitch.

I've been itching to text Vinnie and ask him what he was talking about but the angel on my shoulder tells me over and over that I can't do that. It would only make things worse.

I've noticed that he hasn't been active on his social media either— well, I only know this because of the hundreds of comments I've been getting that are saying I'm the reason Vinnie's gone M.I.A.

My Instagram has gained a bit too many followers for someone who's only gaining attention from making someone upset.

Almost eighty thousand followers too many...

I turn my phone on and squint as the brightness blinds me. Once my eyes adjust, I go to instagram and I'm instantly bombarded with notifications for likes, comments and follow requests just like it's been doing every time I've checked this week.