How to Be a Bad Girl ✔

Chapter Nine - Sweet Revenge

~♡~Sophia's POV~♡~

1,999,787 followers.

Instead of gaining more followers, I have lost 14 followers.

FOURTEEN!

And it's all because of that stupid, sickly-looking psycho! Does he know how hard it is to get fourteen followers on Instagram? Not to mention, the hundreds - no, thousands - of people who might be thinking of hitting that follow button!

Letting out a sigh, I lean my head on one arm of my crappy old sofa and rest my feet on the other. My gaze is inadvertently drawn to the ceiling. There are wide brown spots on the white-painted ceiling; evidence of last week's heavy rain.

What if next time, the rain flood my entire house?

Shit. Not wanting to think too much about it, I throw my gaze to my left. Instead, I'm greeted by a huge crack on the wall - one that was caused by my neighbor's home renovation a few months ago. The original white paint on the wall has now turned yellowish and some of them are peeling.

Just as I'm about to close my eyes, the flickering light above the small dining table on my peripheral vision grabs my attention. Throwing a quick glance at my right, I let out a long sigh.

I suppose it's rather funny how a construction worker's house looks like it can collapse any minute. But having worked 24/7, Dad doesn't have the time to fix our house and frankly, the cost for such renovation is too high for us. That's why I need to earn more money.

The thing is, I haven't gotten any new jobs in the past couple of weeks.

Damn recession!

Resting my left arm on my forehead, I close my eyes and let out a long sigh.

I bet Dylan never has to worry about shitty stuff like this.

I shake my head rapidly. No, no. Jealousy is not your ticket outta here, Sophia. Opening my eyes, I inhale, trying to focus my mind on my own problems.

Now, where was I?

Ah yes. I need to earn more money. But what can I do? I'm really just a talentless person. The only things I have are my good looks and even those don't really get me anywhere.

Sure, modeling pays well. But my appearance - which is highly crucial for my line of work - also costs me a lot. The only thing that can help me right now is getting more followers so I can get more jobs. But now, that psycho has put me in a dangerous position. If my agent - worse, if my clients - find out that I'm losing followers, I can get fired!

Fired.

Oh, no! The thought drains all the energy I have in me. My heartbeat becomes highly irrational as my chest pounds heavily. In a split second, my whole body grows cold.

Okay, calm down, Sophia.

Calm. The. Fuck. Down.

I inhale and exhale like a dolphin. My chest still rises up and down as I now feel the walls are closing in on me. This is bad. This is really bad!

Suddenly, the ringing sound of my phone breaks my thought. I look at it and a photo of a beautiful 30-year-old woman is shown on the screen.

Angela Matheson. My agent.

I gulp loudly and close my eyes for a quick second. The fear inside me keeps reverberating louder and louder, giving chills all over my body.

Everything's going to be okay. I have to chant the words like a mantra to calm myself down.