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I grimaced, thinking,well, let’s see if you don’t want to leave me alone after this …
“Trust me, the rest aren’t nearly as cute,” I said.
Tanner swiped to the next picture, a recent one of me and Marta in her apartment when I first arrived a couple nights ago. The caption read:
“Ainsley came to visit me in Dallas this past weekend. We couldn’t wait to catch up! We made plans to do so many great and fun things. Things I couldn’t WAIT to share with you guys. She even agreed to be my dedicated, full-time photographer. SWEET, right?”
The next picture was a photo of a flushed-face Tanner on the ice with his mask off.
“The timing was perfect, because I just landed a shoot with Dallas Devils goaltender, Tanner Vaughn. This was a BIG deal for me and I was so excited to do it – and to have a trusted friend as my photographer. Right?”
The next picture was one I’d never seen before. It was a selfie of Marta and Brendan, lying in bed, their hair mussed, their faces glowing with a sheen of sweat. Although you couldn’t see anything from the shoulder down, you could tell they were topless.
“WRONG!”the caption read. “As it turns out, Ainsley was keeping a secret: the only reason she was visiting me in the first place was because she was dying to get back at me. What for, you ask? Because back in high school, she got all mad and butt-hurt because this guy wanted to be with ME … and NOT her.”
Tanner pointed at the picture. “Is that your ex, what’s-his-name? Bradley? Bob?”
“Brendan,” I said. “And yeah, it sure is.”
“Okay, so Marta’s basically publicly admitting shedidsleep with him after all.”
“And more than just the one time they got caught together at the party,” I added. “Because that’s Brendan’s bedroom. I recognize the sheets and the bed frame. Which means she was over at his place—so who even knowshow long they were hooking up behind my back? Maybe the whole time we dated.”
“Well, there you have it,” Tanner said. “Not like youneedany more evidence that Marta sucks at this point. But now you have proof she was lying all along.”
“Yup. I guess I finally got my closure, huh.”
I warned Tanner before he swiped to the next photo. “Beware. You’re up next.”
“I can barely wait,” he said sarcastically.
He swiped, revealing the next picture: it was his dick pic, but with a penis-shaped black blob censoring his member. Not because she’s decent and protective of other people’s privacy, mind you, but only so she wouldn’t be kicked off Instagram for posting nudity.
“Huh,” he said, surprised. “I’m kinda surprised she censored it.”
“Don’t worry. She posts a link at the end where her followers can download all the uncensored pictures.”
“Oh, cool. That’s nice of her,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Yup. Real nice. She also posted my phone number on her Instagram, so my phone is once again out of commission because all her fans are bombarding me with hate mail and death threats. Hence why I had you call me on Emma’s phone.”
“We really gotta get you a new phone number.” He gently stroked my cheek. “Poor thing. You’ve had a rotten week.”
And it might get more rotten still.
“Go ahead, keep reading,” I said.
The caption to Tanner’s dick pic read:
“Ainsley didn’t come home the first night she stayed with me in Dallas – hours after arriving in Dallas, she went home with a guy she met at the club. Believe me, I know what you’re thinking: WOW it didn’t take her long to slut it up in a new city, huh! Yup yup, I know. So who was the lucky guy who got to take her home, you ask? Well, she wouldn’t tell me. But I’ll give you a hint: he’s the hung guy in the picture. Still don’t know who Mr. Big Dick is? Believe it or not, this penis belongs to Tanner Vaughn – the SAME exact guy we were all set to photograph two days later.”
The next few pictures were from the collection of my nudes that showed up on the internet days ago. Like she’d done with Tanner’s dick pic, she censored the photo with a skimpy black blobjustlarge enough to obscure the parts that would get her banned, but absolutely no more.
Her rant continued in the captions:
“One can only guess how Ainsley met Tanner during her first night in Dallas – perhaps she sent the hockey player some of her many infamous nude photos, which are literally ALL over the internet? That’d be my guess, anyway. Jealous of my success and desperate to get back at me over some high school bullshit, Ainsley ran out and screwed Tanner Vaughn before our photo shoot, and then kept it a secret from me.”
“All this sounds bad enough, right? But guess what, it gets even worse. During the photo shoot, Tanner had his hands ALL over me. I know – who can blame him. Right? But you can only imagine how crazy that drove Ainsley, since she had to take photos documenting it all. Again, she was so consumed with jealousy, she finally snuck off with Tanner, leaving me all alone with no idea where they’d gone off to. Where’d they go, you ask?”
