The Sitter's Sister

Chapter39

Jesy just finished blocking ten people who tried to accuse her of not actually knowing anything about Leigh-Anne and using her to make herself look good.

"Bastards." The comments had been under a video she had made in bed where she 'sexily' told people to always look out for themselves and their friends' mental health especially if they had friends who were on the severe end of the mental illness spectrum. She immediately brought up Leigh as an example saying that sometimes it may be hard to tell when they were slipping but to always keep an eye out. I don't talk about her that much but every now and then you know? But ever since the girl made that Instagram page . . . people were starting to doubt Jesy as a reliable source when it came to Leigh.

Leigh-Anne apparently only allowed six people to follow her on Instagram and they were her friends and her adoptive mother. If only she knew how lame that looks. The girl only had six followers. It made Jesy snicker.

Joe was setting things up for his play date with Sairah. "Jesy do you have to be here?" He asked his sister after setting the controllers on the centre table.

Jesy looked bluntly at him. They were in the living room. "Yes. What? Do you have a problem with me being here all of a sudden?"

Joe placed hands on his hips. "You always try to distract Sairah while we play. Again, she does not want you. And don't take that personally. I was talking to my other friends about it and they said that they're pretty sure she's . . . 'asexual'. Our oldest mate Hector said that she's definitely an ase because she just doesn't seem interested in sex or having a romantic partner." He felt cool because he knew stuff.

"What?" Jesy screwed up her face. "But that bitch admitted to screwing every Tom, Dick and Harry around her block-"

"But it was only to get things." Joe said. "She can have sex but she doesn't desire it or like it that much. As she said, it's just another thing."

Jesy narrowed her eyes. "You're just trying to burst my bubble aren't you? You just don't want me interfering with your silly game."

"Well there's that but I just think you should stop trying with her. Even if she wasn't ase, I think she just doesn't like you like that." Joe shrugged.

Jesy shook her head. "Why wouldn't she like me? Look at me. Look at this." She showed him all of her followers on Instagram. "Over a million people think I'm hot."

Joe did not know why she was saying this. "So? Sairah doesn't like you and it's got nothing to do with your followers."

"Ugh. Can you believe that 'The Juice' wrote an article about the top one hundred most beautiful faces and none other than my ex best friend Perrie Edwards was mentioned? 'The Juice' is a big deal! How did she score that? Think she bribed them?" Jesy was trying to think.

Joe could never relate when she spoke of these things. "Perrie wouldn't bribe people to be in their article. All she cares about is Leigh-Anne." He started laughing. "Sairah says it's embarrassing how obsessed she is."

Jesy watched him laugh and suddenly remembered her conversation with Perrie a week ago. She said that all I have to do is stay away from her girl and we can be friends. And Jesy had been doing that. Should she pay Perrie's place a visit? Hmm . . . she smirked.

Their doorbell rang and Joe started running to answer it.

Jesy hated his happiness. Ah I'll cut him some slack. At least she was happy now too. She was hot and famous. But not as famous as Perrie. How could she reach that status? How did Perrie get there? Is it really because of-