The Badboy Got Out Of Wattpad

1. Hacking Wattpad

Hazel

"It has been two weeks since you published your first chapter, Hazel." My best friend Lia groans, holding her head dramatically as she shots out of my bed. "Your reads still suck."

Puffing, I sit up and tuck a strand of my chocolate-brown hair behind my ear. I try to ignore Lia but the numbers displaying to me on my phone can't be overlooked.

Only 10 reads and 1 vote.

Seriously?

Of course, that 1 vote is my own. Even if I wrote my dreams, my mind, my time, my everything in this book, it isn't worth it. How do those other badboy stories achieve over million of reads and votes? What is missing with mine? For certain, I don't even know how to catch readers.

It's despair. Is it worth it to continue the story? There is a weight on my body, coercing a disinterest in pursuing with this book.

Breathe, Hazel.

I should stay positive. I have published only one chapter.

Patience.

Listening to my inner voice, I let out hopefully. "I- I should just wait a little longer."

"No." Lia pouts with a flip in her short jet-black hair. "You should just let me hack Wattpad."

Hack Wattpad, bruh.

"I told you." I chuckle. "You spend too much time with those nerds. You're turning into one of them."

Lia is a beauty with brain. With some of the students of the High tech club, they once broke into the school computers and obtained all the exams papers. Most students of our grades worked out the papers a multiple times before the exams and we obviously all got 'As' at the end of the year.

"A nerd who is just trying to build her best friend's success." Lia hisses, apple-green eyes glaring at me.

"Patience is the key to success." I retort in a soft voice.

She rolls her eyes. "Do you think that the authors of the most popular books on Wattpad were patient?" She lets out a humorless laugh. "I bet they hacked Wattpad or they used the illuminati way like singers do to attain success."

This time I'm the one who roll my eyes.

It's already late by now. Lia lives next door and we usually spend the night together when there are no classes the next day. Or I stay in bed and write when Lia is at a party.

I'm kinda an introvert. And boring is my résumé. Mostly everyone says that I don't know the meaning of fun. They conclude that lolling at home to write a lifeless book is an act of cowardice.

But for me, it's something else.

Writing is my pleasure, an escape from the real world, from the routine. A dream world which I myself contrived. And like every amateur author, my wish is to get published one day.

Since five months, I've been working on my book named 'My Badboy' in my Wattpad draft. I've already inscribed ninety-nine chapters there, and only one is left for the story to be completed. I hadn't published any of these until two week ago. I'd finally posted my very first chapter.

The story is based on my real life, with my narcissistic step sister, my neglecting boyfriend and how it changes into my dream life.

How I wish it could be really possible. Unfortunately, only in my book things function like I want.

My book, my rules.

I am myself the female protagonist of my fiction, Hazel Everster. The written me. Every single description of this book is the authentic descriptions of any tiny thing in my daily life. And every character of the story is also real persons of my life, with their credible name, age, personality, physique and so on, except one.