@TeamHollander: We’ll find you.
My stomach churns. A cold sweat breaks out along my spine.
Jesus. These women are batty.
My hands shake as I scroll through the onslaught of vitriol. The sheer intensity of their anger is overwhelming.
Then there’s the truly unhinged ones:
@MrsHollander69: Jake is a literal GOD. Anlon WISHES he had his abs. You should be ASHAMED.
@Jake’sThirstTrap: LMAO you probably write fan fiction about Anlon crying in bed. What a loser. Blocked and reported.
@Hollander’sGoldenHair: Who even IS Anlon? You book nerds need to touch grass.
I clutch my coffee mug like it’s a lifeline.
I’ve stirred a hornet’s nest.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
I need to delete this account immediately and pretend Iwas never here.
I pull up the forum page, heart hammering, and stare at the login screen.
What the hell did I pick as a password? I type my usual ones.
Rejected
My phone keeps beeping in the background, announcing more unwanted emails.
I click on the password hint, desperate.
Hint: jakesuxballz.
I freeze before letting out a snort. Drunk Amy had game, for sure.
I enter it, and, miracle of all miracles, I’m in.
A small, triumphant yelp escapes me.
Pea, curled up in his perch, shoots me an unimpressed glare.
“Sorry, my boy,” I mutter, rubbing my temples as I scan my account details, my now sober—but slightly hazy and sore—brain trying to process my next move.
Username: Anlondeservesbetter.
I grimace. Okay. I definitely stirred shit with this one.
But honestly? Anlondoesdeserve better.
A chat box pops up on the side of the screen.
Mod002: I’ve closed the thread now, but you know it’s never smart to question someone’s acting abilities on their own fansite.
I purse my lips, cheeks heating up.
Mod002 is looking for a fight. I crack my knuckles, ready to respond.
