The Profile

Chapter 13

If I was ever asked what my greatest downfall in life was, this moment would be it. My life was pretty great up till then; in college going for my bachelors, feeling more confident in myself and stepping out of my comfort zone at times, but this put all that to a screeching halt.

Thankfully, when I opened Tinder I was notified with messages from guys other than Leo. There were five new matches and I must have had conversations with four of them. Three were still trying to continue the conversation while one was begging to get my snap so he could see what I looked like in real life, not sure if I should be offended or not.

What my actual death penalty was for getting too drunk was what I put on my Instagram. 

Now, listen, I like Instagram, but I'm not religiously on it. Yes I've posted pictures before and I keep up to date with certain celebrities, but I'm not a Insta guru or influencer wannabe. I have just a little over five hundred followers, mostly from high school, college, and work, so I wouldn't think my page would ever get a ton of attention from certain pictures.

I was absolutely wrong.

Last night when Mark said I kept saying Leo's name and assumed I was texting Lindy, I was actually screenshotting pictures from his Instagram and put them all into a post on mine and in the caption wrote:

This man is the most hottest and sweetest thing alive!!! How can a man like this exist he is like a Greek God that came down to watch over us while make us all BASK in his beautifulness. Leo Ferris is a MAN and deserves so much more than his snotty girlfriend!!!

437 likes and 67 comments.

I will now be digging my own grave, thank you and good night.

The likes were from people I never knew, but since my account is public anyone and I mean anyone can see it. People from high schools that surrounded mine liked it, colleges from around us, people I'm friends with, people who he's most likely friends with, it never ended. The comments were emotions all over the spectrum. Girl's rang out "yes queen he so is" or "fuck Katie Leo should be dating someone who actually cares", there were even a few "look who's trying to be a homewrecker" from girls who looked liked Katie's posse. The guys were having a ball with it. They all said "that's my man!" or "Katie's gotta watch her back" with multiple eye emojis. 

The worst was still yet to come, because if it wasn't obvious enough for Leo to see the post, I also tagged him, so he'd literally be the first one to see it.

The entire time I've been reading and trying to figure out how I did all this after only a few drinks, Mark has eaten breakfast, showered, and is now folding the blankets he had on the floor from last night.

"Oh come on, how bad can it be?"

Mark, I should mention, does not have an Instagram.

"Do you not see all the text messages I'm getting because of this? His friends are DMing me on Instagram and random people found me on Facebook and are texting me there! They are asking me questions on if it's because of what happened at the party or if I've been with Leo behind Kate's back. It's like I'm getting death threats from Kate's entire friend group. Now I'm trying to text Lindy back because she was trying to hack into my account last night when I wasn't picking up my phone after passing out so she could take down the post. I should probably call her." My heart is racing as I'm still scrolling through texts and I feel my body heat up at saying all this out loud. How could all these people say this to me? They don't even know me.

Mark notices me shaking slightly and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Has Kate or Leo said anything to you?" There's a hint of confusion in his voice, surprised I haven't mentioned the two main people I forced into this situation.