"AH!" I shriek, staring at the screen in absolute horror. "Oh my god, I'm still live?! Did you guys just witness all of that?! The entire meltdown?! Everything?!"
The comments are absolutely losing their collective minds. Scrolling so fast they're barely readable—just a blur of text and emojis and chaos.
THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY TV SHOW
TEAM GRAYSON LETS GOOOOO
bottom of the food chain lmaoooo poor nash
THE DRAMA I LIVE FOR THIS CONTENT
scientifically measurable amounts hotter IM CRYING
The viewer count has jumped from one thousand to FIVE THOUSAND.
Five. Thousand. Actual. People.
Five thousand people just watched me have a complete and total public meltdown about Alpha hotness rankings in the middle of Millbrook's main street while stomping my feet like a toddler denied candy.
My career is over. This is it. This is how I go down in internet history. 'Omega influencer loses mind over fake boyfriend's teasing.' They'll make memes. So many memes.
I groan dramatically, covering my face with one hand while trying to keep the camera steady with the other.
"Please don't put that on replay. I'm literally begging you. Have mercy on my soul. I'll never emotionally recover from this."
But the comments keep flooding in, and now there's a new pattern emerging.
A specific word repeated over and over.
horse horse horse HORSE
LOOK BEHIND YOU
cowboy alert!! COWBOY!!
omg is that a HORSE behind her
TURN AROUND
I pout, tilting my head in genuine confusion as I read the comments.
"Horse? What horse? There aren't any horses near me right now. You guys are seeing things. Maybe the stream is glitching? There's no?—"
A huff comes from directly above my head.
Warm, hay-scented breath that definitely doesn't belong to a human ruffles my hair.
I lift my head very, very slowly—like in a horror movie where you know something scary is about to be revealed—and find myself face-to-face with the biggest, most beautiful white horse I've ever seen in my entire life.
She's beautiful—pristine white coat, intelligent dark eyes, a small star-shaped marking on her forehead. Her mane is braided with what looks like tiny bells that jingle softly when she moves.
I gawk in complete surprise, my brain trying to process how a whole entire horse snuck up behind me without me noticing.
Then the horse makes a sound.
It's not quite a whinny. More like... a chuckle? A snorting, huffing sound that could only be described as equine amusement.
"Guys!" I turn the camera to capture the horse. "THE HORSE LAUGHED AT ME! I'm being mocked by a horse! This is a new low!"
