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I just stood there like a statue and couldn't even get something out of my mouth to break this awkward moment. And I thought my most awkward moment had already taken place a month ago. And what may that be? You can guess if you want. You get three seconds. 1. 2. 3. I walked in on Mace and Brace having wild ape sex. If you guessed it right. Give yourself a high-five. And it's not weird at all, I do it all the time. Anyway, back to my present life. Which isn't so great right now. The 'king' was looking as shocked as I was and seemed as frozen as I was too. We both stood there, staring into each others eyes, awkwardly nailed to the ground.

He is the reason behind this, and I'm not good at covering situations like this, but I'm slowly learning due to this insanely arrogant man. " Well, ummm, I'm sorry, I was just looking into my phone and saw a cracked up meme " I said even unbelievably with myself. Day by day I'm becoming more like a teenage girl who covers up her crushes list with her mom. Even though I come up with a good excuse with phone in my hand, some of them looked at me awkwardly, which I ignored anyway.

"Okay, I'm sorry." "Miss Vee's attitude again." Elena. "I think you're on your period now, you're ugly." He said laughing even though nothing was funny. "I just want to have fun here now and then it just happened like this. It suddenly became awkward." Wendy's language. "I don't feel awkward, I guess it's just you." Wendy turned her gaze at the same time. I'm not awkward with them, I just suddenly lost my mood because they kept asking me what the problem was.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

―He stays with me. ―Yes but—‖ he glanced at Jeremy who was focusing on his toy—―what about us. You know. It is our wedding night.‖ Her eyes grew wide. ―Oh. Don‘t worry about that. I understand. You don‘t have to feel awkward about it.‖ ―Awkward about what?‖ ―Your inability to...consummate the marriage.‖ ―My inability to what?‖ he shrieked.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

I greeted as I took off my sleeveless T-shirt that was definitely soaked in sweat. "Stop calling me that!" She gets really angry when called something like that, a sacred word that apparently motivates Maureen to exercise desperately just to stay like an hourglass. "Pus..., here!" I offered a hug in my shirtless state and of course it wouldn't be granted if it was only connected through a virtual call. "Not funny, Angga!" It's not funny, but the look of annoyance that pursed my lips wanted me to make up for it with a playful bite. Too bad it's far away.

I stand resilient in the endless flashing of cameras. “Good luck,” I tell him graciously, then rethink it. Maybe this is like theater, where wishing someone good luck is bad luck. “Break a leg. Or a dick.” Gah, that doesn’t sound right. “There’s more,” he says after a pause, during which I berate myself for being the most awkward person ever. “We have some rules.” “Rules. Like… no rebounds?” “Rules for you.” I sit up straighter, not sure what to say.

Two more on the way. The goddess really had a sense of humor. And honestly? So did I. While waiting for my two fainted mates to wake up from their dramatic nap in aisle thirteen, a few brave pack members who’d recorded the whole thing approached me. I smiled sweetly and said, “Text those to me, please. All of them.” Oh, I wasn’t just going to keep those for memories — no, these videos were going into my ‘Fainting Alpha’ collection. Exhibit A in my growing archive of their most embarrassing moments.

Zara’s POV Knox Henderson is laughing across the room with a beer in his hand and I’m three vodka sodas deep, wondering which would feel better: punching him or ruining him. Six months ago, he took a photo of me passed out at a party. Marker on my face, skirt ridden up with my ass on display. He posted it to a group chat of sixty people with the caption “scholarship girls can’t hang.” For two weeks, I was a campus meme. Giggles in the dining hall. Screenshots on every platform.