Chapter 12 Twitter Drama

Sunday morning.

I was in a cafe, drinking a cup of coffee as I waited for my mom to pick me up. Today we have a meeting with the board regarding mom's new fashion catalog. There, they will judge mom's works and will decide whether to sponsor the runlway project that mom has or not.

As for me, I'm just going there for moral support.

Mom and I  were supposed to head there together, but since I woke up late, she told me that she'll pick me up around 8 AM specifically at this cafe.

Through my sunglasses, I checked my phone to see that it was 7:56 AM. Four minutes till the said meeting time.

With a sigh, I decided to check my Twitter account to see that I have 254 new followers. I scrolled them over to see that these new followers were new students at our school.

I took a sip of my coffee as I continued to read the names. As I scrolled down I almost spit my coffee when I read 4 names that ruined my day.

@Sandychick followed you

@LeoWayn followed you

@XanderXpress followed you

@SheenThelicius followed you

Stalker was the first thing that came to my mind before the excitement and fangirl part took over as I realized that Leo followed me.

But still, do they really need to follow me on Twitter? Haven't they followed me enough at school? 

I looked at my phone again to see that I have a text from my mom.

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From: Barbie Mom

In the car. Waiting outside the cafe. Get out. Now.

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After reading the text, I grabbed my bag and headed out of the cafe. I looked around in search of my mom, but no such luck. I sighed.

I was about to call her when I heard a car honk. I looked up at the parking lot and saw my mom waving at me in her car. I made my way to her and hopped in on the front seat beside her. Once I closed the door, I looked at her. "What took you so long?" I asked.

"Got stuck in the traffic." She says.

I slumped back in my seat and just continued to scroll through Twitter. Getting notifications here and there from all the mentions and tags I get. Nothing was new today. A bunch of people still kept asking me to follow them back.

I do follow some of them though. 

People who don't spam me that is.

My phone suddenly beeped when I got a new notification.

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@Sandychick: @HaileyC hey girl. Follow back ;)

90 Favorites 78 Retweets

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Reading her tweet, my hand suddenly clench my phone tightly in annoyance. I glared at the screen, picturing that it was Sandy who I'm glaring at. 

Wow, she really needs to make it public huh? She wants to play? I'll play with her. 

I clicked on her tweet and hit the heart button.

The only thing worse than being seen zoned is when someone favorites your tweet and didn't respond to it.

I started laughing in my seat as I imagined the humiliating that she was feeling right now.

Take that, Sandy!

"Honey, are you okay? You look like you've murdered someone."

Oh, I murdered someone alright.....in social media. 

I grinned innocently at my mom. "Oh don't worry about me, mom. Everything is under control." I looked back at my phone and couldn't help but let out an evil grin. "Everything is under control." I repeated.

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Once we arrived at the company, mom and I rode the elevator to the 7th floor. Once we came in, all heads turned in our direction. Feeling uncomfortable, I leaned into my mom to whisper. "Hey, mom. We aren't late, aren't we?" I asked.

"Nope. But we are the important ones here." She whispered back. "Oh and please, Hailey. Be on your best behavior and don't touch anything." She made emphasis on the last part making me grin sheepishly as I remember the time I triggered the fire alarm out of curiosity.

Note: when you read a sign on a red button that says push, don't push it. It's the fire alarm. Learned that the hard way.

Mr. Beggard, the head of the meeting and the sponsor, motioned for us to sit. Mom and I took our places on the table as we waited for him. Mom sat beside me while I took a seat beside Kaila. I grinned at her and she smiled back but later frowned when I stuck my tongue out at her.

Mr. Beggard cleared his throat before speaking. "Alright, before we begin, I would like to commend Mrs. Collins for her wonderful designs this year. Truly a work of art." We all started to clap.

I couldn't help but feel proud of my mom's accomplishment. Hearing that made me do mini fist bumps as I let out a howl.

"Woo!!"

Someone slapped me at the back of my head and I turned to glare at Kaila who was giving me a disapproving look. "Will you stop being an animal!?" She hissed at me. I pouted and turned my attention back to the meeting.

Mr.Beggard raised a hand to silence us all. When everyone was quiet enough, he started to speak. "The designs and sketches are marvelous. My peers and I-"

Everyone was quiet as we heard a phone ring while I sat on my seat looking bored.

As the phone continued to ring, the people in the meeting room started to search for the source of the noise. A second later and all heads turned to me. 

I raised an eyebrow at them in question. Why are they looking at me like that?

Kaila suddenly nudges me hard making me look at her. "What?" I whispered at her.

"Your phone is ringing, you idiot, that’s what!!" She hissed at me and pointed at my pocket.

I followed her gaze before looking back at her. "What makes you think that it’s mine?" I asked defensively. "It's not nice to accuse people you know."

She drew her hand back and slapped it to her face, dragging it before looking at me. She was clearly frustrated. "Because, stupid, the noise is coming from your pocket and you are obviously the only fool around her to have that as a ring tone. Now stop sitting there get out and answer it!!"

I blushed and smiled sheepishly at everyone before I got up from my seat and excused myself. Once I was out, I fished my phone out of my pocket

I wonder who it is. No one really calls me except my mom, my dad, Kaila, and some other modeling agency.

I looked at the screen to see that it has an unknown number on it. Frowning, I clicked the accept button and place it to my ear. "I don't talk to strangers. Don't call me!!" I said and ended the call.

Sheesh!! Wonder who that was. It was obviously not on my phone book so it could just be someone who got the wrong number.

Oh well. At least that's over with.

I was about to go back to the meeting room again when my phone started to ring. The same number was calling me again.

I grunted and answered it again. "Leave me alone!! I am not interested to but anything!" I screamed at the caller.

"HOW DARE YOU FAVORITE MY TWEET AND LEAVE IT UNRESPONDED!! DO YOU KNOW HOW OFFENSIVE THAT WAS ON MY SOCIAL PART!?!?" I moved the phone away from my ear when the caller screamed at me. It was so loud that my phone was like on speaker.

I blinked when I recognize the voice on the other line."Wait. Sandy?"

"Of course it’s me. Unless you've made a fool of other people on social media besides me."

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

I could just picture her smirk when she said, "I'm the secretary of the student council. I have permission to look through the student files. Fortunately, your number was on it."

I knew I should have changed my number a long time ago. "Well yeah. That's good." I said sarcastically. "Look, Sandy. I was in the middle of a meeting with my mom when you called." I pointed out.

"Yeah well, I was in the middle of our rehearsal when you favorited my tweet."

"It was just a stupid tweet. Get over it!!" I growled at her as I slowly lose my patience. "Now stop calling me for I have more important things to do!!" Before Sandy could reply, I ended the call and hurried to block her number in case she calls back.

I glared at my phone thinking that it was Sandy. Wow, talk about a drama queen. I can't believe that she got mad at me just because of that simple tweet.

Ugh!! If this is the effect of being a socializing queen at school then no thank you. I'm satisfied with my role as the cool girl.

I sighed. I started to walk back towards the meeting room but stopped when I was in front of the door. Suddenly, I do not feel like joining the meeting after what just happened.

Biting the side of my cheek, I decided that visiting my dad might help me bring my mood back. And besides, I think the restaurant is kind of busy since I heard that someone is going to have a birthday right now. I bet my dad could use a hand.

Having that in mind, I sent a quick text to my dad that I will be coming over. When my dad texted me back with an ‘okay.’ I started to make my way out of the building and called a cab.