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5- Indirect Selfies

Jason grabbed Brendon by the arm and yanked him over. They pulled each other into a huddle and began angry whispering. Sierra looked confused for a second and then lost interest. How she got bored, I'm not sure. She brought this up. However, I was completely confused. Brendon turned and pointed at me. Jason shook his head. Suddenly, the two stood up straight and nodded at each other. I was faced with two sickeningly sweet smiles plastered on their faces.

"After many words of consideration," Jason began.

"We have reached a verdict of how to approach the case," Brendon finished.

"First, we must get further information, so we can assess the situation," Jason announced and then smirked. "That rhymed."

"Vanessa, give us the run down, and then we can take continue the procedures," Brendon demanded.

"Well, to put things simply. The Luke Hemmings, as in from 5 Seconds of Summer," I'm interrupted by a groan and an overly dramatic eye roll.

"We know who he is. You only talk about him every second of everyday."

"Ok then," I sneer. "Anyways, I made a comment because he's going rogue. He sassily replied. I felt disrespected and, of course, jumped back at him. We sassed, he followed, and I DM'ed. For some reason, we're still talking and insulting back and forth. He crossed a line and I'm pissed. I'm not sure what to do."

I sigh and look up at the two boys. Both seem to be deep in thought. Again, they put their heads together and whisper. This time, their answer does not take me by surprise, but what follows does.

"VANNA'S GOT THE CRUSHIES! VANNA'S GOT THE CRUSHIES!" I grunt in frustration.

"Guys," I whine. "You're not helping at all. I'm genuinely confused at what to do. And, of course I like him. I've liked him since 2013. This isn't news."

"Okay, but seriously, you have to post a selfie," Brendon says.

"Yeah, you gotta make Luke jelly. I mean, obvi!!!" Jason says in a basic (???) voice and pops out his butt. His little move earns a giggle.

"What's a selfie going to do though? No offense, but this uniform isn't doing very much for me."

"No, silly. Me and Jason are going to be in it. We're hot guys, so we're the ones Luke will be jealous of."

"Oh, how humble of you," I roll my eyes for what feels like the 800th time today. "I mean, I guess this could work?"

"Thanks, I'm the best at being humble," Brendon jokes.

"Of course it's going to work," Jason says. "Any guy talking to a girl would get jealous of her being with two guys at her side."

"To make it even more infuriating to him, you have to add a specific type of caption," Brendon scratches his chin. "You need to indirectly attack him. Something like, Glad to know I always have my boys by my side or I always can count on my boys."

"The my in the caption is crucial. It emphasizes possession," Jason adds. I ponder the idea.

"This might actually work, but my account isn't exactly a personal account. It has morphed into more of a fan account. My followers don't follow me for my personal shit. This could annoy them," I start to worry. My follower count doesn't necessarily matter to me that much. It's just that I feel bad. Probably none of them care about my life.

"Dude, who gives a rat's ass about what they think? If they have a problem, they can unfollow. Your amount of followers is just a number," Jason says with slight irritation.