Love You to the Internet and Back (Influencer Series #1)

PROLOGUE

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Text Copyright © 2020 by Neil Arnold (neilinspace)

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DISCLAIMER:

This story is unedited and will remain that way until I finish making this series. Please bear with me because there will be a lot of misspelled words and incorrect grammars. Thank you!

Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language that are not suitable for very young audiences. Read at your own risk.

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I hate mornings.

My head ache so bad! Parang tinutusok ng karayom!

I woke up habang nakasandal ang ulo ko sa computer desk sa loob ng kwarto ko. Huh? Why am I sleeping here? What happened last night? How did I end up here? Did someone help me or did I go here alone? I have so many damn questions and this freaking headache is not helping, at all!

Memories from last night came flashing back. Holy shit! That was wild! All I can remember is... I was with my bestfriends, Sofia and Claire, on a birthday party. And then, I started drinking continuously and, and, holy fucking shit! I can't fucking remember anything after that!

My car! Naiwan ko ba 'yon sa party?! Not that I can't afford to buy another one pero that was bought by my dad! Ayoko siyang ma-disappoint, fuck!

I tried finding my phone. Kinapa ko pa katawan ko kahit wala naman akong bulsa dahil naka tube top ako at skirt. So hinanap ko yung dala kong sling bag kagabi. Or, may dala ba 'ko in the first place? No, I'm sure meron akong dala. I can remember it. Besides, I never go out without it.

I look around my room and nakita ko yung chanel sling bag ko sa bed. Thanks god! Kala ko naiwan ko sa party. When I tried standing up from where I'm seated, a searing pain plastered on my head that I had to massage my temples to ease the pain a bit. Humawak ako sa computer desk para alalayan ang sarili ko. Nang medyo nawala na yung kirot ay tumakbo ako at tumalon sa queen sized bed ko. Ah, this is comforting.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to catch a sleep. Pero na-interrupt yun nang biglang nag ring yung phone ko. I grabbed my phone inside my bag and saw that someone dm'ed me on instagram.

adrianxryy:

are you home? i tried finding you last night but claire said you already went home. hatid sana kita pabalik ng house niyo. nakita ko pa nga car mo sa driveway nila Mark.