Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt13

Things were heating up between me and Ashton. I pulled out my phone and opened TikTok. Like I said before, if he wants to play dirty, we can play dirty.

I chose the What You Know Bout Love sound and started filming us dancing. I put my face close to Ashton's and started singing the lyrics to him. It's not really clear what's happening in the video because of how drunk we are. But, it trails off at the end because I dropped my hand and it sorta looks like we're kissing.

We didn't actually kiss, but no one needs to know that right now. All that's important is the caption. And I think I have the best one possible... #vintok. Now it's time to let the fyp Gods do the work.

I don't really wanna see what the results are. If it flops then this will all be for nothing, but if it blows up, I don't really wanna see his reaction. I'm deleting TikTok and Instagram for the night. I can't deal with this shit.

Ashton and I partied some more and then we both took ubers back to our respective homes. I crashed the second I got home. I really don't think that I'm gonna remember any of tonight. Especially since crashing when I got home did not mean crashing in the bed, it meant crashing on the kitchen floor with a bag of cookies in my hand.

*time skip to the next afternoon*

I woke up at around 3:00pm. I don't even know when I got home or how the fuck I ended up on the floor with a raging headache and a half eaten, half crumbled cookie in my hand. But my phone was pretty much silent. A silent phone means an uneventful night. And just as I was about to pick it up, I heard loud knocking on my front door.

I crawled over to the door, sort of dragging myself on the floor. The banging kept getting louder which made my head pound even more.

Y/n: Whoever the fuck you are, stop banging!! You're making my head hurt, you bitch!
D: I know you're not talking to me like that...
Y/n: DAVID!! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BANGING ON MY DOOR??
D: Open it and you'll find out.

I opened the door and he rushed in. He picked me off the ground after saying, "miss gurl you look like you got hit by a fucking tractor trailer." I thanked him sarcastically. It's great to see how much my friends care about me, not.

D: Why haven't you been answering your phone?
Y/n: What do you mean? I have no messages. Not even from your incessant ass.
D: Then something must have happened to your phone last night, girl, because you're blowing up right now.
Y/n: What do you mean? I literally just went to a party. How could I have possibly blown up?
D: You don't remember?
Y/n: Remember what? I literally didn't do anything.
D: Lemme see your phone.
Y/n: What? No.
D: Just give me your fucking phone.

I handed it to him. He wasn't gonna stop until I did, so might as well shut him up in hopes that my headache will go away.

D: Where's your social media? I swear if you moved all of it with this iOS14 shit...
Y/n: No, I didn't. It should all be there.
D: I even searched it. It's not there.
Y/n: Ok, just show me on your phone then. You're scaring me now.

He pulled out his phone and opened TikTok. He searched my name and clicked on my profile. I had so many followers. How did this happen?? And so many likes!! What the fuck?

He clicked on my most recent video. It was me and Ashton at the party. Uh oh.

The sound starts with "I think I'm falling in love." I cannot believe I did that. Why am I singing this to him?? After the whole Vinnie thing starting with us being awkward around the word "love," why the fuck would I do this??

Ok, let's not scream yet. Just finish the video. Keep watching... Oh my God. Why am I so close to his face?? Am I kissing him?! No, I'm not kissing him. Good, I'm glad I didn't kiss him. But, it really fucking looks like it.

D: Do you remember this at all?
Y/n: No, I really don't.
D: How fucked up did you get last night?
Y/n: Fucked up enough to fall asleep leaning on my fridge with cookies in my hand...
D: Jesus Christ! What did you drink?
Y/n: I don't know. Everything?
D: Gurlll...
Y/n: I know. I fucked up.

D: Did you see your caption?
Y/n: No, not yet. Wh- Oh. Shit. Not #vintok... What the fuck was I thinking??
D: I don't know. You tell me.
Y/n: David, what do I do?? All I remember is seeing Vinnie with that bitch on fucking TTR.
D: So you saw her comment?
Y/n: Yea, you called me about it.
D: I'm sorry, girlie. I don't know what's going on with him. I really thought he liked you.
Y/n: Yea... I did too.
D: You didn't kiss that guy, right?
Y/n: No, never.
D: Ok, good. Maybe you should stay below the radar for a bit. I can let you know what happens.
Y/n: Yea, that's probably for the best. Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.
D: That's what I'm here for. Love you.
Y/n: Love you, too. I'll see you soon.

And then he left. And the longest week of my life began.

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A/N: Hey guys!! I updated twice in two days!! I'm doing so good.

Things are starting to get juicy...

Our girl, Y/n, went a little off the charts this chapter. But, it's called for, if I do say so myself. Vincent's been very disrespectful and we don't fuck with that.

Let me know who you think the mystery girl is.

There's lots more to come. I have it all planned out thanks to.... and you will get more chapters very very soon.

Thanks for stickin with me. Love y'all. Ok, bye😽🦋