Drunken DMs

Chapter 29

Georgia

I was at my boyfriend Jake's place, while he was working and decided to look on Twitter. I hadn't been on in a while to be honest. I didn't see the need to, but today all of a sudden I had this urge to check it out. Especially after Leah blocked me from Instagram.

I decided to check out her page, to see if she'd posted anything with Michael, seeing as they were friends or something. In my opinion he was probably just fucking her because he felt sorry for her, but it's not like he could actually get any anyways. I mean look at him? He just looks so fucking feral.

It took me ages to find her page, when I realised that her Twitter name had changed. That's when I just went to a 5SOS update account, to see if they had posted anything about Michael. Which they had.
There were all these photos of Michael and Leah. And they were photos that fans had taken on the sly, with out them knowing about it.

I scrolled through the tweets and photos, looking very carefully at what was posted. And then I came across one photo, that completely shocked me. They were standing somewhere on Flinders Lane. His hands were on her neck, and hers were clutching this stupid black singlet he was wearing. Their faces were so fucking close together it looked like they were kissing. I opened the photo to get a better look and zoomed in on their faces. They were. THEY WERE KISSING IN PUBLIC. This couldn't be happening.
"Why the fuck does Leah get everything?" I asked aloud, even though I was the only one here
"What was that babe?" Jake asked, he was still in his work uniform
"Just Leah," I sighed, "she gets fucking everything and she doesn't deserve it,"
"What do you mean?"
"You know how she's like obsessed with that band yeah?" He nodded, "well she's like friends or something with one of them, actually it looks like they're together," I showed him the photo
"Why is this such a big deal?" He asked, "you're her best friend, shouldn't you be happy for her?"
"Why would I be happy for her, when she's blocked me off Instagram, and ditched me to hang out with this fucking weirdo?" I was beyond pissed off with her, I needed to do something about it. She needs to pay
"They actually look kinda cute together," he said
"Because they're both feral as fuck,"
"Georgie, babe. Have you even met him?"
"No, and I don't want to, Ashton would be the only one worth meeting. Besides Michael's probably just fucking her because he feels sorry for her,"
"Babe, they were seen in public together, and he's clearly not shy at showing her affection," he said
"What's your point, Jake?"
"Why would he be doing all that, if it was just because he felt sorry for her, isn't that taking shit a bit too far,"
"Well she's probably just using him to get Brandon back," I shrugged, "she probably made up all these stories to get Michael's attention," and then it hit me.

I grabbed my phone back off Jake and created a new Twitter account, fuck Brandon for calling me crazy, I thought to myself. I decided to name the account @truthaboutleahc. I know I told my self years ago that I would never make a hate account about anyone, but Leah deserved it. She can't have everything she wants. She doesn't deserve it. I found an old picture of Leah and made that the icon, "what are you doing?" Jake asked me
"Nothing," I said, trying to hide my phone
"Bullshit Georgia," he was too quick and grabbed it off me, "a hate account really?"
"Why not? All the fans seem to love her, maybe they should see the real Leah,"
"That's a bit harsh isn't it?"
"I don't think so,"
"What are you even going to say on that?" He asked, "the fans love her, so they'll probably think it's all bullshit anyways,"
"Well if we don't try, we'll never know,"

I set the bio to say, the truth about Leah Carmichael. You know the girl seen with Mikey? And then composed the first tweet

@truthaboutleahc: I bet you all wanna know some of Leah's secrets and stuff she wouldn't want anyone to know right? Follow me and I'll exploit her

I pressed tweet and watched the follows and and replies come in response to the tweet. This bitch was going down, and I, Georgia Peterson, would be the one to do it

Photo of Jake