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Chapter 1

The video was a virus, to put it into words, it spread through the college like the flu and everyone had a hold of it. If it wasn't on your phone, then it was on your laptop, or your friends device or a snapchat story of some bait yute that couldn't boy his head down for GCSEs. Either way, no one had seen not seen it.

"Oi did you see the video?"
"Yh bruv she's uckersss!"
Just a few whispers I heard as I walked past, trying to not insert myself into anything.

It was the end of the day anyways, so if it was regular news, by tomorrow it would have died down, but this didn't seem like it was going anywhere.

I stopped by her house to see if she was in as she was either not at school or she was but completely incognito. I ring the doorbell to the flat impatiently until a brunette Caucasian, middle aged woman answered the door.
"She's inside, and she's not handling it well."
No shit Sherlock, if she wasn't at school, she wouldn't have the balls to leave school after THAT.
I walked in, needing no help with direction, as if it was my own home, and found her in her room, curly hair a mess, but her head turned away and faced towards her window.

"MUM FOR THE LAST TIME, I DONT WANT TO FUCKIN" she started.
"It's not your mum," I interrupted "and when did you start swearing ? Fuckin Fuckin yeah?" I poked at her

Leigh Anne turned around, with a bit of a relief as a different face had approached her today.
"What did I tell you? I was right wasn't I? See I'm alw"

"Yes I know, you're aLWaYs RiGhT. Listen, I don't need your lectures and bullshit now. It's not going to help the school suddenly loose their memory of the video of me giving head to Valence."

"You were good at it though not gonna lie." I thought a complement would lighten up the mood. But she gave me the dirtiest glare known to mankind. A glare so dirty it became dirty talk. " It's just a blow job, and sex tapes get leaked all the time! Look at Kim Kardashian, she's a millionaire now!"

Leigh Anne slams her head back onto her pillow, covering her tanned foundation and eyeliner that had smudged on it, it's clear that she was planning to go to school so she must have found out this morning whilst she was getting ready.

Beside that, her tears were still fresh, and dripping down her face. Despite her being my friend, something about people dying in movies and television shows, and people crying both on the screen and real life, makes me want to die. Die of laughter. But laughing would be "rude" so let me try something else.

"Did you make him cum? Did you choke?"

"Amaryah you're the worst friend and an ugly bitch and I hope you understand that you're very toxic" Leigh Anne declared. If she really wanted to get under my skin, she knows to try harder. She knows insults bounce off of me like a child in a trampoline.

"I know, but I'm still the best friend you have, I don't see any of those other bitches around." I sit down next to her and continue to watch her weep and moan, ironically replicating the sound Valance made in the video. Ok I should stop.

"The feds came over today as well," she said, "mum called them when she found out. They waffled on about child pornography and said whoever first sent it to the group chat will get into a lot of trouble. I feel so bad, everyone is gonna remember me as a badderz and a snitch."

She shouldn't let Fredo catch her eating pasta in his yard.

" I feel like a fucking snake Amaryah and I can't do anything to stop it."

"Honestly," I said "you should use this to your advantage, as I said before, people had turned embarrassing situations into bags and p. Forget about Valence, he was butters anyways. Maybe a jumpsuit will make him look better. He shouldn't have sent it around in the first place if he didn't want to catch case, so it's obvious he wants to be locked up."

Despite me poking fun at everyone's misery, including my own, I do give some interesting advice at the end of the day.

"Leigh Anne you still haven't answered my question, did he cum?"
Her face transformed from tan to red like a titration. She was embarrassed and slowly put her head down.

"Maybe," But she kept it at that.

"I know how to get you talking, " I brought out some cranberry juice and some vodka I stole from by alcoholic, waste of space, I call my dearest sister's cabinet, "come on, you know you want some." My face lit up with excitement and anticipation.

She resisted at first, but gave in and  snatched the drink from my hand. "By the way, he definitely did cum," Leigh-Anne spoke with pride.

We drank away her embarrassment together. Because it was so much, my girl couldn't do it on her own.