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His gaze immediately fell on Jeff, who was chuckling softly. “You did that on purpose, Jeff!” Law shouted indignantly. Jeff laughed even more smugly. “Yes.” “FUCK YOU!” Jeff laughed. “Yes, but I do have something to talk to you about, Law.” He fiddled with his computer. “Besides, it's your fault for constantly masturbating to that hacker's photo.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say that to someone who masturbated in his room last night while staring hungrily at a photo of a hitman.”

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

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“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

"In just a few hours, Damian and Chelsea had created a child called, 'DamSea,'" Joseph said. Jeremy chimed in after rewatching the video, "Damian couldn't take his eyes off Chelsea when he got drunk. It was as if Chelsea had him wrapped around her finger! That's gotta be love! "I'm shipping these two! DamSea is the real deal!" Not satisfied with just words, Jeremy changed his profile picture to a big blue water droplet—a stolen icon from DamSea. Other group members jumped on the bandwagon and switched their avatars to the same image. Even the usually reserved Jasper joined in to show he was part of the fun.

I inform him. I can't forget the humiliation that I faced that day, and in the several days after that, in a hurry. The media made a huge caricature out of me for assuming blindly that I would get the reward, and standing up even before the winner did. Different blogs keep using the videos of me standing and waiting to receive the award before it was given to Ashley to mock me. Embarrassing memes that keep circulating have been made out of the video, and it doesn’t seem like all of this is going to stop anytime soon, so yeah, Jeff owes me.

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d