“Awesome,” I say sarcastically. Then I read the comments below. Some of them are posted by anonymous accounts and others are using their real names. But it’s not like I know any of these people, so I don’t pay attention to the names.
Someone tell him he doesn’t have to take pity on the new girl.
Ugh, Declan Moss is too nice. Like, so nice it makes him slightly less hot.
Didn’t he get the memo that We Hate Her?
Quick, someone tell him!
I skim over the comments, trying not to grow angry at them in front of Belle. I don’t want to prove her right, after all. Then, I see Declan’s name pop up. He’s just left a comment.
Declan: She’s my English project partner, guys. Chill out.
I frown. So that’s what I am. That’sallI am. All these days of flirty comments in our shared essay document. Today at the gardens, talking about his family and his love of gardening. Me, laughing and enjoying his company. It was all just nothing.
We’re just partners. He couldn’t bother saying:She’s actually nice. She’s cool. She’s my friend.
Of course not.
I know Belle is reading over my shoulder, so there’s no point in showing her Declan’s new comment.
“See?” I say. “It’s nothing. We’re just friends.”
The screen refreshes with dozens of new posts to the main feed. Someone is clearly trying to get their message heard because there’s gifs of people dancing and flailing and confetti.
PARTY ALERT
Belle and I watch and read the screen as more information is posted.
Party tonight in Kingsbere Hall. Upperclassmen only. Sorry, kiddos. All cool peeps are invited! We’ve got that DJ from the pizzeria spinning some jams tonight. Be there or be square!
A person by the name of Mikey posts:Cool kids are invited? Am I on that list?
You know it
Of course, bro! If you’re cool, you’re invited!
Dozens of new replies show up faster than I can keep track of them as the homepage reloads. Most people are just excited about the party. A few underclassmen complain that none of the good parties allow them to go.
Someone named Brady says he’s a band nerd and wonders if he qualifies under the ‘cool kids only’ rule. Someone replies yes, he’s invited.
I get bored and realize I’m glad I didn’t make myself a profile on there. It’s all just stupid social media crap that doesn’t matter. I’m happier not knowing anything about it.
“Look at this,” Sophia says a few minutes later. For not wanting to socialize with anyone in person, the girl really loves looking at Knight Watch. Her eyes go wide. “You’re invited.”
“What?”
She points to the screen and I read over it.
Someone should invite Declan’s new girlfriend.
Seriously? We’re inviting spoiled California heiresses now?
Why not? All the other spoiled east coast heiresses are invited. XD
“Why are these people so obsessed with me?” I say, throwing my hands in the air.
“Because you’re the new girl,” Belle says. “They need someone to talk about. Trust me, it’s always someone getting anonymously talked about on here. Today it’s you, but they’ll move on to someone else soon.
