Part 5: (Jiao's POV) That's My Song

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As I spun the dial on my locker, I could see Lottie walking to class surrounded by a huge group of people. Usually this was nothing new but they were all squealing more than usual. Then I heard someone say "500 million views" and "Is that a Spanish song?"

Of course SHE gets all the fame and I get none. I mean, I'm only the LEAD GUITARIST.

The girl next to her asked "Did you write that yourself?"

Lottie was silent for a moment, then said "Yes I did!"

The crowd erupted in gasps, squeals, cries of "OMIGOSH! It's SO GOOD!"

Bloody hell.

If this was what I'd have to deal with for the duration of our YouTube career, I swear I'll...

"That's MY song," I heard someone whisper. They had an extremely heavy Spanish accent. "First Estefany stole it, now her great-granddaughter does."

I jumped when I turned around to see who it was.

It was the same pale long-haired woman I saw yesterday.

Wait, isn't she GROWN?

"Who ARE you?"

She tsk-tsked. "Of course you don't know me. Nobody knows me. They only know Estefany."

"What?"

"That song is not hers. It is mine. I wrote it, not her! Now two people have stolen it and not said anything about me."

"To be fair, I don't think Lottie knows about - "

"NOBODY KNOWS!!!! Y estoy demasiado cansada de esto!!!"

"I'm sorry Madame, I don't speak Spanish."

"I don't know how to say in English. Sorry. But look, look how they crowd around her and worship her, and you get none of the glory. That frustrates you, no?"

"It does, I admit it."

Another group of people giggled as they passed me. "Ooooh, Jiao has an imaginary friend!"

"SHUT UP, ASSHATS! I'LL TALK TO MYSELF IF I BLOODY WANT TO!"

A guy named Evan Adams smirked. "Aw, you're cute when you're angry."

"I'll take care of him for you," the pale long-haired woman whispered. She reached out and scratched him across the face. The scratches were so thick and deep, it looked like a wolverine had done it.

He burst into tears. His friends stared open-mouthed at him, then back at me.

I smiled. "He brought it on himself by being a dick to me. Moral of the story, DON'T FUCKING CROSS ME."

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