I woke up to realize I’d drunk-texted my arch-nemesis, Jake Rivers, treating him like a search engine with two embarrassing messages:
“What should I do when I want to touch my crush’s chest muscles every time I see him?”chest muscles
“Is Jake Rivers really 6’1″?”
He completely lost it: “I’m 6’1″ WITHOUT SHOES!!!”
An hour later, he exploded again: “When the hell did you get a crush?! What does that make ME?! Answer me! Stop ignoring me to chat with your crush… give this fish some attention…”
The next morning, I discovered his new social media post:
“Hi everyone, I’m Jake Fish. Ridiculous nickname, species: clownfish, current status: sour soup fish.”
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As a semi-famous actress, my fans think I have many rivals. But I only have one true nemesis.
Jake Rivers, undeniably an A-list celebrity. Actor, singer, idol, producer… he’s developed in every direction, a multi-talented warrior.
We actually know each other well – same high school, same college class, and we even co-starred in a TV drama together.
But that drama became the problem.
It was a sweet romance adaptation that only got greenlit because of fan fiction shipping the male lead with the second male lead. After it aired, the “Rivers & You” ship between Jake and the second male lead Grant Young became wildly popular, reducing me, the female lead, to an insignificant supporting character.
Some obsessed shippers even commented: “Can they make a historical drama where Jake and Grant are the leads, and Fiona can play their servant girl?”
From then on, I got a humiliating nickname online: “Servant Girl.”
My fans went berserk, flooding comment sections and hunting down the haters across platforms.
Successfully making me enemies with both actors.
After seven years in the entertainment industry, I’m used to these fan wars. Trending topics and attention mean I still have relevance.
So I don’t have any issues with Grant Young.
But Jake Rivers? I have MAJOR issues with him. I’d love to rip his mouth off.
His venomous tongue is legendary, but he’s especially toxic to me.
When I post about working hard, he texts me: “Take it slow, don’t rush. No one’s fighting you for all that suffering.”
I reply: “Wow, look at you with all this free time to bother me.”
When I change my profile picture, he says: “What’s the point of changing your pic so often? Has your crush messaged you yet?”
I calmly fire back: “Stop stalking me, or you might fall for me without even realizing it.”
In short, we might only see each other twice a year, but we manage to insult each other every three days on average.
