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thirtythree.

{ jonesy }

I should really stay off of social media.

'who the fuck does she think she is?'

'ok yeah they're friends... but does she think mr. womanizer is going to use her for anything more than a quick fuck or fwb...'

I should also stop getting drunk at clubs and making out with people.

I don't even remember making out with Lando at the club in Monaco, but some stupid fucking person took a video and put it on the internet. I had to put all of my socials on private because of the influx of hate comments I've been getting. But they're still all over my explore page on Instagram and my for you page on tiktok. It's like people hate me with their entire being.

I'm just glad I didn't find any of the comments until I got home from Monaco. Who knows how I would've hidden how much it messed with me if I was still around Lando? Now, I'm just rotting in bed in London and doomscrolling through all of it.

I truly didn't think it was possible for someone to hate another person this much for something like this. The exact reason why I told Lando I couldn't handle a relationship. I was right. All of my worst fears came true.

Thankfully, my tears have dried up. However, crying as much as I have did left me with a nasty headache. If I'm going to have a headache like this, why can't it be a hangover? I'm sure we've got some sort of alcohol in the kitchen that I can drown my sorrows with.

"Aren't you supposed to be on your way to the airport right now?" Ruthie asked, opening the door to my room and breaking me from my thoughts.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "I'm not going anymore."

I was meant to leave for Portugal today, my vacation with Lando, Max, and Pietra. Ruthie was meant to leave in about a week to go to Spain to be with Carlos. Lucky her, having a boyfriend and the world not knowing about their relationship – I bet even if they went public people still wouldn't care. It seemed to be just me the world hated.

"C'mon, Jo, Portugal has always been a dream." She wasn't getting it.

"I said I'm not going."

This time she groaned, "Did you tell Lando at least?"

Lando.

He's the reason I'm in this shit.

Okay, maybe it wasn't his fault.

"No, he'll figure it out when I don't show up in Portugal." I don't know why he hasn't figured it out by now anyway. I haven't answered any of his messages since I got on my flight in Nice to come back home to London. It's been days.

Maybe he is worried, but I wouldn't know. I haven't texted anyone but Ruthie back since I got home.

"Jo, what the hell? Have you talked to him at all since that video came out?" Of course, she wants to play me as the bad guy.

I shook my head, "Which is why I said he'll figure it out." He's smart enough to catch the message I'm sending.

"You're being an ass, you know that, right?"

Ouch.

I threw one of my pillows at her and she caught it with a glare. "And I don't deserve hate and death threats because I kissed a guy, but here we are." I could feel the tears stinging at my eyes. I'm not even sure how I'm managing to cry more.

Ruthie's face softened and I knew immediately that she regretted every claim she made. She was frustrated that I was ignoring such a great guy like Lando who literally is letting us live in a place he owns, but she gets it now. We both knew I wouldn't ignore him if I didn't have reasons. I guess she just forgot to ask for them.