Page 119 of Never Ever Getting Back Together

Francesca.

Kim.

Jordy’s voice, saying something horrible about a woman’s outfit, although I can’t tell whose. Followed by Skye’s voice, telling him she thinks the woman looks great.

Jordy’s voice again, implying Francesca is a slut.

Jordy, strolling with Kim, telling her she’s the only one of us who seems to have any brains in her head, while the rest of us are “fucking vapid, you know?”

Jordy, telling Perrie that she has “the best tits” in the mansion, and that the best part about them is she doesn’t shove them in people’s faces like Lauren does.

Jordy, telling Francesca he’s never felt so in tune with someone before, and he thinks he’s falling for her—as they sit in a kayak, hours before he sends her home.

Jordy, slow dancing with Lauren, telling her not to listen to anything I say about him, because I’m a psycho and I’m not gonna be around much longer anyway.

A montage of Jordy telling several of us we’re each “probably the only actually funny girl I know.”

Jordy telling all of us we’re the person he was really hoping would come.

Jordy murmuring to an unseen person about a “crazy fucking bitch.”

Jordy leaning into Isaac to ask him if there’s a bedroom he can take the girls to for some “alone time.”

All wrapped up with an especially long compilation of Jordy saying the word “slut.”

The screen goes black, and I turn to Isaac slowly, gaping. “Isaac…”

“Maya.”

“This would destroy him.”

“It would go a long way, yeah.”

“The palace would sue the shoes off your feet.”

“Our contract says an awful lot about editing, and not a lot about the live show. I had our lawyer look over it.”

“They’d say you took it out of context.”

“Then I’d be happy to oblige by publishing the full context of every clip.”

“Gwendolyn would fire you.”

“Mm. Not if it makes enough headlines, she won’t. And this would make the front cover of every magazine in Europe and America. And then some.”

I slump backward, stunned.

“Are you out of excuses yet?” he asks.

My brain is buzzing, but one thought breaks through. “I really appreciate all this,” I say. “But… god, I know it’s petty, but I want to be the one to call Jordy out. I don’t want to hide behind a video. Even one this… damning.”

“You’ll have your moment still. This will not play until you give me the signal. It’s your call when you’re done saying your piece. Yeah?”

I shake my head at the laptop, then put a hand over my mouth. “Why?”

Isaac laughs. “Simple answer? My job is to generate drama and viewers.”

“Complex answer?”

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