HDU

HDU

india lee

HDU

India
Lee

Copyright 2012
© India Lee Books

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of fiction.
 
Names, characters, places, and
incidents are either’s products of the author’s imagination or used
fictitiously.
 
Any resemblance to
actual events or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

H.D.U.

(How Dare You?!)

The Rules

1. This is a celebrity news site.
 
All comments must be about celebrities,
unless your life is inexplicably interesting.
 
So basically, keep it celeb-related.

2.
Commenting “First!” will get you
banned.
 
Consider it a favor from
us, for you’ve embarrassed yourself.

3. Trolling is for try-hards, so don’t do it.
 
On that note, don’t spam irrelevant
images either (unless they’re nudes of Dylan Hardy – those are always
welcome, if/when they happen)

4.
Don’t fight each other.
 
It entertains the shit out of us, but
we figure this should be a rule so we look like responsible authority figures.

5. Refrain from bitching at moderators about the content
of the posts we approve.
 
We can’t
help that your faves are tanking at the box office – it’s not slander,
it’s the news.

6.
Lastly, have fun and don’t take
shit too seriously!

- PK & FF

- Chapter 1 -

SURPRISE!
LIAM BRODY BEING A DOUCHE (AGAIN)

December 31 11:01PM

Posted by FilmFreak

HDU via Celeb-o-Matic

It looks like Liam Brody is welcoming the New Year by
moving on from yet another relationship – and once again, in cold-blooded
style! Brody has given the boot to Sports Illustrated swimsuit model Alana Mara
for yet another scantily clad stunner – her younger sister, April.
 
Ouch!
 

Brody, 25, was spotted stepping out with the
23-year-old Victoria’s Secret model in SoHo yesterday.
 
Said an onlooker, “The PDA was pretty
shameless, and April looked really happy.”

Hopefully she holds on tight to that feeling! Perhaps
the young beauty is somehow unaware of her new beau’s womanizing history.
 
Since cheating on actress fiancé
Angelica Moss nearly three years ago, Brody has been known to ruthlessly date
and dump starlets for younger, newer models (literal models at that).

As expected, Brody has not commented on his jump from
Alana to April.
 
All we can hope is
that the hunky actor discovers his morals and holds onto this flavor for more
than a week.
 
If not, we can only
chalk it up to the usual – just Liam being Liam!

(This post
is dedicated to my co-moderator, PrettyKitty29, who introduced us all to the
misogynistic evil that is Liam Brody.
 
This douchelord makes hating easy! And borderline fun.
 
Okay, just plain fun. – FF)

TOP
COMMENTS:

mrstylerchase

if there was medication to help me find him NOT hot
i’d pay up the ass for it. he needs to DIAF already!!!!

PrettyKitty29
(Moderator)

Wow this guy still gets so much love. Meanwhile, I’m
counting down alone with Svedka and Princess while making love to a bag of
Cheetos.
 
Happy New Year’s Eve,
HDUers!

Ringing in the New Year with over three hundred angry
comments about a vile celebrity breakup
had
to be some sort of bad karma.
 
But
that was just the nature of HDU, which stood for the oft-asked question, “How
dare
you?” News was fast, harsh,
unpredictable and commenters were allowed – practically
encouraged
– to wish that Liam
Brody “die in a fire already.”
 
It
was the Internet after all.
 
You
could dare to say anything.
 

Times like these were when HDU served as Amanda’s
saving grace rather than an occasionally stressful, mostly payless job.
 
As tiresome as it was to moderate the
site’s posts and comments, it
was
the
one place where she could anonymously admit to staying home on holidays that
called for excessive drinking and socializing.
 
Or rather, drinking
while
socializing.
 
She was drinking
after all, just alone.
 
It was a
better option than joining her parents in the living room – aside from
the reminder that she was living back home again, their Minute Maid and seltzer
“mimosas” were beyond depressing.
 

Amanda found solace in the nearly two-dozen comment
replies that echoed her New Year’s Eve plans.
 
It was nice to know that she wasn’t the only person counting
down with her laptop and a housecat.
 
Last year, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t have yet another
dull and solitary New Year, but here she was again, alone and wearing her
pajamas before midnight.
 
It was
supposed to be her year too.
 
Between the months of February and October, she had been a new, exciting
Amanda.
 
But that had all been
quickly erased.

Despite her shame, she maintained that her night was
actually an ideal arrangement.
 
Such company put little pressure on having to conjure up a New Year’s
resolution or any sort of life-altering game plan.
 
They were silly and pointless, anyway – just romantic
ambition fueled by the sense of holiday and celebration.
 
No one ever actually lost weight or
picked up a new hobby or changed their lives in any way.
 
At least Amanda didn’t.
 
By now, her standards had lowered
significantly.
 
She would be
content to merely survive the year after her debacle in St. Louis.

“Mandy! Are you watching?” her mother called
excitedly from the living room.
 
“See who’s on the show? It’s the guy!”

Her mother was constantly vague with descriptions,
but this time, Amanda knew exactly whom she was talking about without even
looking.
 
Her jaw tightened.
 

“I see him, Mom.”
 

Counting down on TV with Ryan Seacrest was none other
than Liam Brody.
 
Amanda hated Liam
Brody.
 
He humiliated women on a
monthly basis by dumping them via tabloid.
 
He was immoral, misogynistic and sleazy.
 
He wasn’t even that great of an actor.

Also, Megan loved him.

“You should text Megs and tell her to watch!”

Amanda winced.
 
Only
she
had been allowed to
call Megan that – since elementary school.
 
The nickname once gave her a sense a pride, a confirmation
of her role as a cherished best friend.
 
Now it made her sick.
 
“Yeah, no thanks, Mom,” she called down, trying to mask her
irritation.
 
She wished that
everyone would stop talking to her about Megan, but they didn’t know not
to.
 
 

It was her own fault for not telling them about what
had happened in St. Louis.
 
But
they would only side with Megan anyway, because she was adored by the town like
a celebrity was.
 
She was
beautiful, special – Merit’s eternal superstar.
 
Amanda, on the other hand, was supposed to be ordinary like
everyone else.
 
She hadn’t even won
any high school superlatives and yet she had the audacity to move out to St.
Louis with Megan, as if she
too
were
meant for big things.
 
“But what will
you
do out there?” her neighbors had
asked before she left.
 

By moving back, she’d already delighted everyone with
her failure to survive.
 
She was
sure of it.
 
It had been three
months since she’d come home and the speculation about her return was still
going strong.
 
Had she been fired
from her reception job? Had she finally gotten sick of Megan’s shadow? If the
residents of her small town ever discovered the details of why she’d been
forced home, they would explode with gossipy relish.
 
For her own sanity, Amanda had to keep the incident under
wraps.

It wasn’t as if she
wanted
to be back in lifeless Merit, Missouri, out of a job and out
of a boyfriend.
  
Megan had
simply taken everything away from her.
 
She had stolen her life in St. Louis, and annoyingly, lived it better.
 
The only thing Megan had given Amanda
was a passionate hatred for the St. Louis Rams.
 
And what felt like the beginnings of a mild depression.
 

Hooonk
!
“Happy New Year!”

Her mother, father and Ryan Seacrest shouted the
words in her ear.
 
Or at least it
felt that way.
 
It was like they
were rubbing it in her face.
 
They
were lively, passionate and happy.
 
She was bored, single and lonely.

 
“Same,”
Amanda called down halfheartedly, turning back to HDU for comfort.
 
She refreshed her inbox and managed
somewhat of a smile to see a message from a friend.
 
A virtual one was better than none at all, right? And since
she’d been indulging in reclusiveness since moving home, that kind of
friendship was about the easiest one to keep.

Message from FilmFreak (Moderator) to PrettyKitty29 (Moderator):

Happy New year, Pretty! Hope
yours is starting out better than mine… started drinking at noon and got kicked
out of every bar in the Lower East Side already... that’s
 
probably a record, right?? Now watching
my asshole friends trash my apartment.
 
Awesome.
 
Sooo just gonna
hang out on HDU for the rest of the night and refresh my inbox for comment replies
(holy shit that sounds even sadder when I type it).

Anyway, here’s to the glamorous
lives of HDU moderators! Hope this year is easier on us than the last.

<3, FF

Amanda gave a sad laugh as she replied to her
friend.
 
It was odd to think that
with Megan banished from her life, someone she knew only as
FilmFreak
was her longest-running
friendship at a little over three years.
 
They were the two most veteran moderators on HDU, and though they had
never met in person, they’d confided in each other throughout the years.
 
He knew all about her debacle in St.
Louis and she knew all about the dissatisfaction he had with his post-graduate
life.
 
Her reply to him was brief
but heartfelt.