Forever His Doll Face- A Vic Fuentes Story

The News (Kelsey's POV)

Well, about my mother calling me: she never did. She never bothers with me.

After I heard the details about the lovebirds' last night session, not only I told Janis, but I told another one of my comrades, Layla Johnson.

"Really? That bitch! That should've been me!" Layla squeaked.

"I know right? That's why I need you for an important thing."

"Sure, Kels!"

"You know that hate page on Kellin Quinn you did before it was forcefully shut down?"

"Yeah. Those tricks had the nerve to report me. They need to go ride Kellin's tiny sick dick and die."

"Okay. On your instagram, twitter, Facebook or any social site, I need you to post what happened, but put some of your twisted shit in the incident. I'll tell you slowly so you'll understand."

Layla tugged on her thinning chocolate curls. "Um, that won't be effective enough. Sure, I'll twist up some shit, but it has to happen at the right time. Don't get mad if I don't do it right away, okay Kelsey?"

I just groan. "Fine."

"But, make sure after this, I get to meet Vic and the rest of PTV. What's their names again?"

"Tony, Mike, and... Jamie, I think?"

"Oh yeah, that's right! That Jamie guy is smoking hot."

I hang up, then I just smile. Mystic, my so called friend, is in for a surprise.