Destined... | Anthony 'Ant' Vaugn

019 'Amerie is an asshole'

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Part 1 

'That bitch bullied me from year 6 to year 8' 

'She threw a basketball at my face because I listen to Ed Sheeran, I only like 'shape of you' ' 

'She put a prawn in my sleeping bag in year 9 camp' 

'She broke my model' 

'She broke my girlfriends model' 

'She's basically the reason I left Hartley, she used me for my body' 

'That fucking map' 

'She led me on for 2 years' 

'She called me a self-righteous hag' 

'She told me I look like gollum...' 

'Amerie tried to down me in a public bathroom' 

'She called me mayonnaise fuck' 

'She's just a fucking bitch' 

'She gave me a vagina wedgie' 

'She put hot glue in my retainer during art' 

'I got arrested because of her' 

'She's the reason why I turned straight' 

'She water boarded me under the drinking fountain' 

'She said I fingered my dog' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

'Amerie is an asshole' 

"You know," Missy starts, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "I made that whole 'Amerie is an asshole' thing."

I stop mid-scroll, my fingers freezing over my phone as I look at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Actually? No way. Proud of you, Miss," I say, holding up my hand for a high-five.

She smirks, slapping her palm against mine, and we both burst into laughter.

"Well," she continues, her tone full of mock modesty, "I basically started it. I was the first one to say it, and then everyone else just hopped on it. So yeah, I'm taking full credit for it."

"Honestly? I would too," I say, still laughing. "Trademark it. Put it on a shirt."

Missy chuckles as we lean against a bench just outside school, scrolling through the endless posts under the Bird Psycho thread. The page is a cesspool of chaos, every comment more shocking than the last.

"Jesus, she's done some crazy shit," I mutter, shaking my head as my eyes skim over a particularly brutal post.

"Right? Like, I thought I had dirt on people, but this..." Missy says, trailing off. Her eyes widen at a new post, and she lets out a low whistle. "This is next-level."

We continue scrolling for a few more moments, the quiet punctuated by the occasional gasp or chuckle. Eventually, Missy sighs and tilts her phone down, her expression softening slightly.