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Book 2 for the Social Media Series ~~~ Two pictures, two enemies. Who will win the battle of the most likes? ~~~ Will update after receiving a few votes and comments.

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A/N So one of my fave bands Born Cages just released another single on Spotify and it sounds beautiful! The song is called "I Just Want The Truth Baby". Check it out!

Please vote and comment also you guys! Let's see if we can make the story reach 500 reads on Wattpad. Deal or no deal? XD


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I then grabbed my phone and my watergun that looks like a real gun. I hid it underneath my hoodie and walked out of the dormrooms.
The parking lot was empty except for a white Range Rover and a Harley Davidson motorcycle, and obviously the van. I run straight to the van and unlock the door, entering and buckling my seatbelt on. It was pretty stuffy and warm in the van so I rolled down my window and sighed.
"Boo!" shouted a raspy voice as I screamed and covered my eyes. I then opened it to see Harry standing there with a worried look.
"Can we talk?" he asks.
"No."
"How did you know I was still here?"
"Macy's great at acting, but not that great..."
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't."
"C'mon Chri-"
"I said no! Now get out of the parking lot!"
"Chris..."
"Get out!" I shout as I take out the water gun. Harry's eyes widen and he takes a couple steps back with his hands raised up in surrender.
"Is that real?" he asked as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Psht... no. It's a water gun." I explain as he sighs, but before he takes another step, I roll the windows up and start the engine.

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Chris' POV


I didn't know where I was driving, but at the same time I didn't care. I just needed time to myself. It's  been an hour since I left Harry back at the parking lot, and right now I'm just driving around town as my water gun lays untouched in the passengers seat.

I chuckled as I remembered how Harry freaked out, thinking it was a real gun.

"Get out!" I shout as I take out the water gun. Harry's eyes widen and he takes a couple steps back with his hands raised up in surrender.
"Is that real?" he asked as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Psht... no. It's a water gun." I explain as he sighs, but before he takes another step, I roll the windows up and start the engine...

I soon frowned as I realize, that my mind was being filled with images of Harry. I kept thinking of the time when I first met him and he was a total pain in the ass, who wouldn't leave me alone.

"So you are a dealer?" asks that same annoying voice.
I groan as I turn around and say, "What do you want? I'm on a tight schedule."
He shrugs and says, "Nothing, just wanted to know what you were doing."
"Well for your information I'm not a dealer, I'm a saleswoman." I explain as he just stands there smirking. He tries to lean against the exercise machine next to him, but ends up falling to the floor. I roll my eyes and chuckle at his epic fail moment. I then give him my hand and help him up.
"Well I got to go, so later dude." I say as I wave him off.
"This won't be the last time you see me darling." he shouts as I give him the finger.
"God you're annoying." I mutter to myself...

"Stupid ass..." I mumble to myself as I turn on the car radio and raise the volume.

"Now we have the song Fluorescent Adolescent by the Arctic Monkeys..." said the host as I smiled and raised the volume even higher. God I love this band.

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?
Oh that boy's a slag
The best you ever had...

"Okay, I can't do this!" I say to myself as I turn the radio off. Ugh even music reminds me of the little fucker.

"Okay who's ready to get high?!" I shout as a bunch of people cheer and line up for some of my good shit.
"A glass of vodka and one kiss on the lips." says a raspy voice. I look up to see the person I least expected.
I turn my head down and make his drink. "A dollar for the drink and no kiss." I say to Harry as he chuckles.
"You're funny." he leans in as I back away with a glare.
"You're blocking my customers." I say through gritted teeth. He then raises his hands up in defense takes his shot. He sighs and walks over to the back of the counter.
"Let me help you." he says as I roll my eyes.
"I'm fine thanks." I say as he sits on the counter and pouts. This idiot must be drunk...

Once I finish getting that last flashback only one thing happened. The van swerved a little on the wet street as I drove. Stupid London weather...

When I finally get the wheel in control again, I feel a sudden impact and my head hits the window, but am pulled back thanks to my seat belt.

My eyes were closed at that moment, so I opened them to see a blurry vision. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and side, and repeatedly blinked to get my clear vision back.

Once my clear vision returned, I noticed how the air bag was out, and that the van had hit into another car. I felt something sting on my forehead, and slowly raised my hand, which hurt like shit.
I touch my forehead and feel something wet. I immediately freak out and notice that it's blood.

My breathing pattern quickened and I was about to pass out, but before I did the door opened as someone said, "The ambulance will be here soon!"

I then felt my vision become blurry as my eyes shut closed as I was left in nothing but darkness...

 

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A/N I just want to finish this story already so I can start the third book for the series. Also sorry for late updates and short chapters, I've been working on my new story, "Switched" a lot lately, and to be honest I really enjoy writing that story. I hope you guys get the chance to check it out!

Other than that, I plan on writing 5 Seconds of Summer stories as well, but that will happen more in the summer, when I'm on break, and not freaking out about school.

Ugh I hate sophomore year, it's the most frustrating, and there's shit load of work to do, and oh my God I want to shoot myself. Why do colleges have to look at freaking 10th and 11th grade GPAs? What's the point of being a senior then? Might as well make high school for three years rather than four years in hell.
Well I'm done ranting, haha. So how are you lovely, amazing people?

Xx TommosFallen_Angel

P.S. Sorry if the writing prompt looks crappy. I write on wattpad, then copy and paste it onto here. I don't know why my writing looks messed up.

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