𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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TOM KAULITZ -DOUBLE POST GO BACK TO CHAP 19-
I put my head into my hands, contemplating about what I could do.
Still no sign of my phone.
It was nearing one in the morning, it had been an hour since the whole ordeal.
Bill came in through the back door. I mean, I think it was him. Who else would it be?
I've never had a party end up so shitty.
He sat on the stool beside me.
"Are you okay?" He questioned.
I scoffed. "You don't believe me, so it doesn't even fucking matter."
"I believe you."
I lifted my head up.
"Why? Aren't you always team Blair?"
He sighed. "You tagged her private account. You don't have her account, if you did post it you would have tagged her main account."
Smart ass.
"I haven't even seen my phone in the past six hours. I have a headache, but I can't sleep because I don't know who the fuck would do that to her." I felt horrible.
She thinks it was me.
And honestly, if I was her... I would too.
"Well, let's figure it out." Bill pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"Before you do your FBI shit can I log into my account and delete it?" I sighed.
He handed me his phone.
I went to the sign-in, it didn't ask me for verification or anything.
Yeah. I need to set that up.
I went to my story, it had three hundred fucking views. No wonder she hates me, yet again. It was like a cycle.
I deleted it and ignored all of the dm's I had gotten, handing Bill back his phone.
