FEUD BETWEEN KATIE AND CONNOR BURNS FIERCE! SCREENSHOTS SHOW IT ALL!
“What the hell?” I say, and take the phone from her. “They were crazy besties a few days ago.”
“Not any longer,” she replies with a fierce cackle. “Things can turn quick when you’re like the two biggest pricks in a school yard. She hates his guts now. Says he’s a lying piece of shit who fucked a MUA in a toilet cubicle at one of his photoshoots.Literally yesterday. While she was waiting for him in the makeup room.”
“Were Connor and Katie even a couple?!” I ask. “I thought they were just hanging out together. Causing shit.”
“Who the fuck will ever know?” Tiff tops up her wine. “Katie’s claiming Connor gave her sweet nothings and promises offorever.That he said she was his soulmate. Musical geniuses, with an equal love of the party scene. Twin flames and all that jazz. What a load of crap.”
I scan the article, and that bit makes me laugh.
“Soulmates? Really? What a joke.”
“Yeah, totally.” She nods. “But it’s getting nasty. He denied it all when it first hit her feed, says they were just mates hanging out and she’s fucking delulu. But a few hours ago she released screenshots on her socials. Said he’s a cunting liar. With an asterisk in the place of a u, of course.”
“What the –”
“Yep. Screenshots. No getting out of that one, twat face.”
I keep scrolling, trying to take in the words onscreen, and there are so many links to articles, and thousands and thousands of comments.
“Katie’s right,” I say. “He is a cunting liar.”
Tiff clinks my wine glass. “Yeah, and the whole world knows it, because it’s in black and white, in about six thousand screenshots. AND.” She pauses. “In one of them, he said the song about you meant nothing. Just an off the cuff flash ofgenius inspiration. You meant sweet fuck all compared to the love he had for her, apparently. Blah, blah, blah.”
Josh beams over at me. “We now owe athank youcard to the pair of them for being such fame hungry wankers. Keep it up, assholes.”
I can’t help myself to keep digging. The temptation is too strong.
I click through to Katie Del Francis’ screenshots, and sure enough, Connor is laying it on thick with her in his messages. Holy shit, I get prickles up my arms as I read his cheap lines about how thehooker songmeant nothing. It was just aflash of brilliance, just as he’d always known it would be.Katiewas the one who really mattered and had the power to set his heart alight.
Utter, utter bullshit. What an ignorant tosser.
He wrecked my life with that vile song. Poor Connor, so heartbroken by a cheating hooker bitch like me. Jackass.
Lies. All lies.
But they are beginning to come to light now…
It amazes me to see his messages onscreen, in the style he always wrote them, with the same kind of emojis. It makes me cringe to think I bought into his bollocks for so many years.
“Thing is,” Tiff says, with a smirk. “He’s underestimated Katie, big time. Her fans are going WILD. They hate his guts.”
“Join the club.” My eyes go back to the screenshots, then click to Connor’s account instead.
Ouch. He’s calling Katie desperate. Says the messages were taken totally out of context, and it’s not his fault she was ‘obsessed’ by him. He meantmusicalsoulmates, not physical ones.
I hand the phone to Josh and he sips his wine as he scrolls. I adore how he’s so calm, always so steady, but the corner of his lips turn up and he can’t hold back the sparkle of joy in his eyes.
“Karma comes to those who deserve it,” he says. “I’m firmly on team Katie.”
Tiff shrugs. “She’s a bitch herself by all accounts. And I mean, come on. Sharing screenshots is a bestie only activity. I just hope they both keep their social media battle at full throttle. Then we can get you back to Belgravia ASAP.”
Belgravia.
My heart dares to hope. Having Tiff here, with us, hanging out on a sofa with a bottle of wine is so familiar, it takes me right back there. To our place. Our home. To Josh’s cool emo cushions, and our black satin sheets, and his home gym. To having Tiff just a few floors away.
Fuck, I’d love to be there.
