Page 79 of Falling Off Script

I get a bad feeling the second I see Jessie’s text.

JESSIE:

Don’t check Twitter.

Or do.

But make sure you sit first.

Then come the emojis: tape recorder, fire, coffin. Jessie doesn’t do metaphors. If she’s cryptic, it’s already too late.

I open my phone.

MORGAN (Group Chat – LadyPodz United):

Girl... is this you??

Attached: TikTok link.

Caption: “When the feminist queen dreams of the Zeta King”

I click.

My voice. Crystal clear. Breathy. Private.

“Adrian. Just—there. No warning. No shirt. No shame.”

The audio ends, and the screen smash-cuts to a montage of Adrian smirking, backlit, sipping something probably overpriced, while Twitter text overlays scream:

“She SAID she hated him.”

“The mic didn’t just catch feelings. It caught her climax.”

I slam my phone down. This isn’t happening.

Except it is.

I grab my laptop. Open Twitter.

The hashtags are trending:

#ZetaLeaks

#EnemiesToOvershare

#EmilyMoansGate

People are debating whether it’s real.

@AI4Justice:

“Cadence is off. Probably AI-trained on podcast snippets. Look at the breath curve at 0:09.”

@FeministButThirsty:

“I dream in stereo. Let her live.”

I hate them both.