the phone exchange ; h.r

twelve

- aubree's point of view -

We're on the way to the store at the moment and everyone is on their phones.

I personally have nothing to do on mine but I didn't want to sit there in silence watching them do nothing.

So I decided to go on Twitter. My phone suddenly blows up with notifications.

What the? I never ever have notifications and now I suddenly have over one hundred tweets?

Confused, I click my page to see tones of people have mentioned me in comments.

From Ariels page.

I click the post to see what she's tagged me in and an image pops up.

An image I never hoped would be on the internet. It's a picture of me and Hunter. But I'm laughing and not looking towards hunter, but he's looking directly at me.

Which is why it was posted. The caption is "The way he looks at her 😍 #otp who else ships?"

God, Ariel. Why? Why did you have to post this picture. A picture I didn't even know you had?

I decide to scroll through the comments, which is why my notifications are blown up.

But I see nothing of what I expected.

@crazyrowland: ew. no. he's MINE.
@brgariel: get that thing away from him. I'm gagging.
@slayforgray: I think they look cute together, but I hope they are just friends because what about Loren?

I feel tears prickle underneath my eyelids. This is the reason I stay to myself. Why I don't have many friends, and most importantly why I should not have gotten myself into this mess. And who the heck is Loren anyway?

I continue to read the comments, hoping for a nice one but no, they are all the same terrible thing.

How could people be so cruel? They don't know me. They don't know what I'm going through.

I barley see my mom, my brother is never home, I just broke up with Sean yesterday, and I don't even like Hunter.

And how could he possibly like someone like me anyway?

I feel a warm, wet, sensation run down my cheek and immediately wipe the tear away.

It doesn't help, I glance at my reflection in my phone and see my face is red again and my eyes are on the verge of becoming a waterfall.

I calm myself down a bit so nobody else would notice. Not that they would though, they are all to caught up in their phones.

While propping my arm on the window, I think about just a few days ago when I met hunter.

It could have possibly been the best day of my life, or the worst.

- hunter's point of view -

I'm scrolling on Twitter, following supporters and liking their tweets as we head to the store.

My mind keeps slowly slipping away from what I'm doing because I can't seem to get Aubree out of my head.

It's like she's imprinted there and won't leave.

Then, Blake, once again had to ruin that by texting me.

I click the text message and read what it says.

Blake: dude. have you seen this? *image attached*

I immediately click on the picture. It's a tweet that Ariel posted of Aubree and I, but the comments are the main focus.

I look at the comments and see that they are all targeted at Aubree. Mostly hate comments from what I can see.

Why? I love my supporters and all but they don't even know Bree, so why hate on her?

My heart starts racing of anger, or sadness. It's my fault she's getting hate.

I start to text Blake back but instead I look up at Aubree who's sitting in front of me.

No. No. No. No.

My eyes sadden when I see her face is red and her eyes are sparkling which means shes probably shed a tear or two.

She's seen it. She's read the comments.

This is all my fault. Aubree doesn't deserve this. She's amazing, smart, beautiful and has a great personality.

She's already been through enough and now this? No. This has to be stopped.

I text Blake back.

Me: what do I do? She's more than likely read them.

Blake: Just be there for her. That's all you can do.

Me: why can't we ever do something without our supporters getting mad? Honestly I'm over it

Blake: Just give it time. It'll blow over and besides it doesn't matter what they think. It's your life, live it the way you want.

Me: but they mean a lot to me and I value their opinion... but they hurt Aubree and that's not okay.

Blake: tell them that. They'll understand I'm sure.

I sigh and shut my phone off.

I'm sorry Aubree. This is all my fault.

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A/N: drama drama drama.
I'm sorry for not posting, I've been sick and have had a lot of things go on but I'm back and better than ever :)

P.S : I'm sorry this chapter was sucky, it was mainly a filler chapter so be prepared for the next one