The Boy on Wattpad

One: Wattpad

Chapter one

One year ago to this day, I made a Wattpad account.

I guess you could say I was obsessed with starting new stories, making friends, and being the best writer I could be. Whenever somebody would vote or comment for my story, I'd get super excited and always thank them on their message board.

Wattpad was my oasis, but it began getting old after a while.

Authors all around me had millions reads on their stories, but I could never break a hundred. I was an amazing writer, not to brag or anything, and it sucked seeing stories that were not as well written as mine become more popular.

What did those writers have that I didn't? All they had going for them was their aesthetic or whatever and covers other authors made for them. Most of the time the ones with the most reads were girls with a fake profile picture of some Tumblr site model smoking a cigarette or ten who only associated themselves with other popular Wattpad authors. I'll have to admit that some of the stories were good, but most of them were a typical sad cliche that every single author seemed to be writing about.

However, there was one type of authors on Wattpad that got me infuriated with the site and made me consider leaving the Wattpad community; and that was the boys on Wattpad.

Something about a male on a mostly girl site made girls fall to the ground. They lusted over the Wattpad boys and always swarmed their message boards with flirty comments in attempt to become something more than a friend.

Even I have fallen victim to finding a Wattpad boy attractive. What can I say - boys who can write are sexy, but after checking out what the most popular popular boys on Wattpad are capable of writing, I find myself comparing their works to mine and realize my stories are better.

So, I came to the conclusion that boys, regardless of how well they actually can write, only get more reads because they have a dick.

And that's not fair.

In order to possibly get my works noticed more, I changed my covers and even got a photo of a Tumblr site model, but even doing that only brought my reads up a little.

Once again, I was obsessed with the e book site and never seemed to be able to log out of the writing world.

"Lily," my best friend, Talia, spoke. We were currently sitting in my bedroom as I was on Wattpad and she was looking through my closet for an outfit to wear to tonight's football game. "Get off that site so we can leave. We're going to miss the game."

"Hold on a second," I said.

I was currently reading a story by no other than the most famous of boy Wattpad authors, lp_writes, and I wasn't exactly enjoying the typical boy meets girl cliche. The story wasn't bad, but it wasn't the best story ever.

L P, or that's what he went by anyway, had millions of reads and thousands of followers. He was popular with the ladies and seemed to be a big flirt by what I've seen on his message board. His photo was of you guessed it - a boy site model from Tumblr smoking a cigarette and the simplicity of his bio would make any girl melt.

That is, except for me.

I didn't lust over L P like other girls did. Once you look past the fact he's only popular because he is a guy, all he is is a cliche story and a few sad poems. It was guys like L P who made steam come out of my ears. Guys like him knew they were hot to a teenage girl's eyes and that made them egotistical, something I couldn't stand.

I don't know what came across my mind to do what I was about to do, but I began composing an inbox message to L P.

lilylaughs:

Dear 'L P',

This message may seem sudden and possibly rude, but I don't think you deserve as many reads, votes, and comments as you do. Sure, your poems are okay and I guess your story isn't always cliche, but the only reason you're as popular as you are is simply because you have a dick, and I hope you realize that. Sorry to lash at you, but the subject of boys on Wattpad being more popular than girls like me, whose writing is flooding with passion and talent, makes me upset. It's not fair my Wattpad friends and I aren't as popular as the boys, but who knows, perhaps if we posed as one we would be.

Cheers,

Lily

I don't know why I did it, but I clicked send and as soon as I did, I regretted every word I had wrote to the legend L P.

Deciding to shut my laptop, I let Talia dress me up for the football game regardless that I didn't believe getting dressed up for a football game was necessary; however, Talia believes I need to put myself more out there.

In the end, I was wearing a red flannel, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I didn't mind what I was wearing seeing as it was casual, but I'd much prefer sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I sighed, grabbing my phone and wallet, and followed Talia to her car. I'd much rather be at home writing my story, but my best friends practically threatened me to go.

"Stop whining," she said, starting the car engine and backing out of my driveway. "You can write all weekend."

"It's not that," I replied, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. "It's just, boys are so much more popular on Wattpad. The only thing they have that I don't is a dick."

Talia laughed. "No shit. Boys who write are yummy."

"Not when they're shitty writers," I said, under my breath.

We dropped the subject and arrived at the football game. The bleachers were already packed and if Talia's boyfriend, Ben, hadn't saved us a seat, we wouldn't be able to find one.

"Hey, baby," Tal said, leaning down to kiss her boyfriend.

I groaned and once again became the third wheel.

The game started and the crowd was wild. People really seemed to love high school football. I, on the other hand, didn't understand anything that was happening. Our football team was the worst team in the state, so the fact that each game was packed made no sense.

The whole game the only thing on my mind was L P and the message I had sent him. It was highly likely that he had already seen the message I had sent and didn't reply. If he did reply, I would have gotten a notification on my phone, which I didn't.

After what seemed like ages, the game ended and the other team came out victorious.

Talia drove me home and I went straight to my room. It had been a long day at school and all I wanted to do was read until I fell asleep.

After putting on pajamas and cleaning the makeup off of my face, I got under the comforter of my bed and snuggled into the blankets. Pulling out my phone, I had a text from Tal telling me goodnight, a notification from twitter telling me that Harry Styles had just tweeted, and a notification from Wattpad.

lp_writes sent me a message.

A/N: hi guys :) I'm wicked excited for this story! I've had this idea for a while and figured I might as well give it a go. If you're a boy and you're reading this, PLEASE don't be offended! You're not a bad writer at all and I did not create this story to offend any male writers on this site. I myself happen to fall victim to fangirling over males on wattpad, so plz don't h8 me for writing this; however, I do believe a male has something to do with being popular on wattpad.

please comment how you feel about this story so far :)

love you,

sam