Lovefool

Dear I Fear We're Facing a Problem

Hi, everyone!

This here is a new story and to join along in the fun, you'll want to familiarize yourself with the song, "Lovefool" by the Cardigans. For which this story here is based on the name. 

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Time to get to work.

I plopped myself onto the bed, propping my legs between the comforter and a pillow to get situated. To the right of my laptop rested a notebook and a pink clicky pen. To the left sat three Blowpops, all watermelon flavored of course.

My hand instinctively plugged the earbuds in as the password screen prompted me to input the eleven digit code: l-o-o-f-e-v-o-l-1-7-&.

Even after three years of helming this blog, I still had no idea why my older sister, Hannah, chose this silly password. How has no one hacked into the site, yet, was beyond me?

Welcome, the screen greeted and served as my cue to start the ritual. With the sucker unwrapped and in my mouth, I hit play for the music to begin.

The fast melodic beat poured into my ears as I started scanning all the messages in the blog's inbox.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem

You love me no longer, I know

And maybe there is nothing

That I can do to make you do.

Full of the usual fare, ten titled Questions for Lovefool caught my attention. One of which I'd chose for tonight's post.

"Wow, I guess the weekend was busy," I muttered while perusing the forty-three other messages. Seeing names like Max Jansen and Austin Mickler surprised me with the comment Naughty List behind both. This had to be good.

I scrolled through a few more. All the usual suspects: Blake, Taylor, Shawn, and Brent. But then my eyes zeroed on the last message's subject: TANNER WILSON - CHEATING!

Well then. I couldn't help myself and ignored the others to open the email.

Dear Lovefool,

Thought this would interest you.

The cursor clicked on the attachment, and a video appeared. Luckily it lasted only about twenty seconds and didn't take long to get the gist of the sender's intent.

From the background and all the movement of the different people on the screen, it was easy to ascertain it took place at a party or something. One that I didn't receive an invite to of course. Not that I cared. At least I kept telling myself that.

But that was just another perk of being me, Harriet Byrne. To everyone at Summit High, I was a nobody, a wallflower whose pasty white skin faded into the background along with the other unknowns.

The only people that even noticed me at school, besides the teachers, were my best friend, Mavis Lewis and her next door neighbor, Matt Toose. But I truly believed that Matt only befriended me under duress by Mavis.

The picture centered on a guy sitting on a couch. A girl with long blond hair sat on his lap, and the two were making out.

Okay, no biggie.

The person recording the interaction murmured, "Is that Tanner?"

A female voice answered, "Yeah, I think so."

Think so?

I couldn't use that. There had to be more convincing proof than that if someone was going to get outed anonymously by me.