I run to my room after Groff and i get through the stage door and try to sleep, to no prevail. The words those girls said keep running through my brain. They're probably right. Riley really doesn't love me.
________________*Maddie pov*
Its only 5:30, but I just want to sleep. I want to push all of this out of my head and get good sleep and be fine in the morning, but i know that won't happen. I decide to pull out my phone as an escape from my own mind.
I scroll through Twitter for a bit, then go on Instagram. I go to my tags and look, and find something I really didn't want to see, especially not today. A picture of me and Riley, captioned 'haha fake couple alert! #hehatesher #awkward' I look through and find a total of 12 pictures, all including me, with captions about 'how much of a loser I am' and 'how lame I am'. I scroll back up to the top and look at the username.
It's the.worst.is.maddie.duh, and I can't hold in my tears. I cry silently, because I don't want the cast to hear. I curl up under my blanket and throw my phone, not realizing how loud that would be. It makes three loud thuds, then I hear two pairs of footsteps run to my room. Lin and Anthony, both half in costume burst into my room. "What's wrong?" They both say at tge same time once they see my phone on the ground and be under my blanket.
Anthony picks up my phone and enters my password, and my phone opens up to the page. His face lights with fury, and he looks at me with sympathy. "Who did this?" He asks, mad, but not at me. "I don't know." I squeak out, Lin walking to Anthony and looking at the phone. They both sit on my bed. "Really? You can tell us." Lin says, putting his hand on my foot.
"I don't know who did it, really." I whisper, and Anthony pockets my phone. "I don't want you to keep looking at this, I'm taking it. And you're staying at my apartment tonight. I love you." He says, and kisses my forehead. "I love you too dad." I say. "Love you maddie." Lin says. "Love you lin." We exchange and they continue to get ready to perform.
I read and practice French in my room until the end of the show. Anthony comes up and brings me down and him, Jazz and I go to his apartment in silence. I go to my room and try to sleep, even though I haven't eaten, but I don't care. After about 15 minutes Anthony knocks on my door. "Pasta?" He half informs and half asks me, holding a bowl and fork. I stand up and take them from him and walk to the kitchen.
We eat dinner and font talk about what happened. I don't really want to talk about it though, so I'm not mad. I silently slip my bowl into the sink and go to my room. I close the door and hear Anthony and Jazz move a little, then hear whispering. I sorta understand what they're saying. "Jazz, they made a hate page..... they can't do..... I dont..." I hear Anthony say. "Well I don't know ..... I wish... I'd do something...." jazz responds.
I wish none of this happened. I'm such a nuisance to the cast. I just cause them trouble. I can't do it right now, but i need to leave.
_____________AN hey! Sorry today's update is super short, but kinda dramatic. Character asks are still open for everyone, please ask questions! Also, suggest plot points and stuff. Love you all! Bye!
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