IN WHICH THE MOST FAMOUS YOUTUBE/VINE COUPLE EXPERIENCE ALL THE HURT AND BETRAYAL ALL OVER AGAIN [EXTENDED DESCRIPTION IN BOOK]
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" DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HURT ME? "
" WHAT ABOUT ME?! "
" WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? "
" I WOULD HAVE N...
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TEN
"Hello?" I spoke into my phone, my voice lacking any emotion since it was only 7:00 AM. I mean who would call me at that time. Don't they know that everyone is still asleep during that time?
"This is Elena Winston, am I correct?" the voice spoke. At first, I was really confused because I haven't fully woken up yet. Then, I finally realized what this call was about, so I sat up quickly and mumbled back a yes.
"Is Jack Gilinsky with you right now?" the lady asked.
"No."
"You may want to go get him for this."
Like waking up at such an early time wasn't enough, but I had to go wake up Jack. Knowing him, he was for sure not awake at this time and waking him up would only just make him cranky, especially if it's me who interrupted his slumber.
"Can I just tell him about this later when he wakes up?" I asked, biting on my fingernails.
She smacked her lips like she was tired of this job and wanted nothing more than just to get this over with so that she could move on and do something more interesting. "I think it would be best if he were here with you. This news concerns both of you."
"Right," I said. "Just wait a minute."
I flung my covers off of me and slipped my feet into my shoes that I had always kept next to the bed for situations like this. I grabbed my fingerless gloves from the table beside my bed, to cover up the scratches.
I walked across the hall and stopped at his door. Since we were in a group together, the producers thought that it would be best if they were to put our rooms close together, so that we could work on our performances and stuff.
I knocked on his door and bit on my nails, waiting for him to open. After a few minutes, he did, and I was right. He didn't look like the happiest person on Earth right now. His eyebrows were scrunched up together and his eyes sent daggers in my direction. Still, in this state, he couldn't look any more perfect. I had always loved his bedhead.
"What the hell do you want?" And there's that voice I had always loved waking up to.
"Um- I- You see," I stuttered, still trying to recover from seeing him like this.
"Well?" He questioned, running out of patience.
I cleared my throat and said, "Well, the producers of the show called me to give me news about us."
