Page 24 of Kind of Famous
Oh, hello, @Nefertiti. Back to share your bullshit stories about sleeping with Adam?
Nefertiti wrote:
I gave him a better night than he’s had in a long time stuck with that train wreck that trapped him.
DeadFan wrote:
You guys. Do you want me to lock the thread?
PeaceAndLove wrote:
Sure @DeadFan. You scare the shit out of me.
Pumpkin39 wrote:
I’m giving you two options. 1) Follow the rules of the forum and respect everyone including my posters, the musicians, AND their significant others. Or 2) Leave. If you go for some third option, believe me I’ll delete your accounts and block your IP.
Chapter Seven
Once the chaos of Micah and Jo leaving subsided, I asked Eden to point me to the bathroom, mainly as a pretext to check my texts, though I also wanted to take care of my lady linens. Sitting on the toilet, I read Ash’s message. It was unintelligible, so as soon as I flushed, I dialed her.
“Hey, Ash. What’s going on?”
As usual, she spilled it all out without taking a breath. “Some old trolls hijacked an archived thread and started saying major shit about Eden. I don’t want to lock it because everything that was there before is innocuous. What do you want me to do?”
I sighed. “I’m kind of busy right now.”
“Can you at least take a look?”
Crap. “Sure.”
“Thank you.” She paused a beat, then with renewed excitement. “Oh, and I just saw your text from before. Who’d you meet?”
There was no possible way I could drop any of this on her and still escape this bathroom in any reasonable time. And as I didn’t want anyone to suspect I had a bad case of the runs, I told the smallest truth. “That reviewer, Gabriel Sanchez.”
“Oh, right.” She sounded disappointed. “But that was kind of to be expected, right? I mean, eventually, you’d have to run into him.”
“True.” I zipped up my purse. “I need to go. I promise I’ll look into this as soon as I can, okay?”
“Thanks, Layla.”
I took a deep breath and held it. It was entirely frustrating that my one night in the vicinity of these ridiculously out-of-reach people would be ruined by my ridiculously out-of-touch hobby.
When I stepped back into the kitchen, Eden sat at the table, bouncing the sleeping baby gently in one arm while she tapped on her laptop one-handed. She bent to lay Joshua in the car seat, then stood. “I’m sorry. In all the chaos, I never asked you if you’d like a drink. You wanna come help yourself?”
“Sure.” I followed her around to the refrigerator which was crowded with beer bottles. I grabbed a Stella. “I hope you don’t think it’s rude, but I need to check something on my phone real quick.”
“Of course. Make yourself at home.”
I found the thread and started reading backwards. The ironically named PeaceAndLove spewed some bullshit, and she’d brought another friend with her to stir the pot. These jealous girls behaved as if Eden had stolen Adam away from them personally. Poor Ash had tried to squelch the trash talk, but she was too timid to bring the hammer.
I was not.
My blood pressure went up when I had to deal with hateful people, like I was going into an actual battle or confronting them face to face. I was good at it because I knew I was safe and they couldn’t hurt me. That was one reason I was so careful to remain anonymous. I could don my bad-ass persona when I needed to without fear of repercussions. They could hate my alias all they wanted, and it never made me feel bad.
Out of necessity, I’d gotten fairly proficient at typing tomes on my phone. When I was angry, my fingers flew. I posted my crackdown and then began deleting the offending posts back through when the drama started.
“That must be important?” Eden’s voice drew me out of my alternate reality.
