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"When did you become a snitch, anyway?" "I'm not." He says. "I just like getting my way." I take a fat gulp of water and give him an are you kidding me look. Andree turns his phone around to reveal a snapchat story. 4 hours ago Sierra <3. It reads. It's a video. Of the boys singing. I freeze, my eyes widening. "This doesn't look like a party." He smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "How do you know Sierra?" I ask, intrigued.

I liked watching without being watched. So I opened a new tab. How to view I***a*gram stories without being logged in. The answers were… garbage. I needed an account. So I made one. It was supposed to take two minutes. It took ten. I*******m now wanted everything short of my blood type. “Choose a username,” the screen demanded. I typed notyourbusiness001. Taken. Of course it was. jhateapps. Taken. ceo. ghost. Taken.

I seriously promised myself that I wasn't going to do this. What the fuck are you doing, Anna? Are you crazy? I pinch the screen and watch the map appear with multiple little Bitmoji doing various things. I look for Ethan's and spot it instantly. At this moment, I am thankful that he has the technology skills of a middle-aged man. If he knew that Snapchat kept a constant look on where he was at, he would have turned it off.

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Rescheduled engagement. "No," I whispered, my voice shaking. "No, Emma. Don't be that girl. Don't believe the campus radio." I pulled my phone out with trembling fingers. My thumb went straight to Snapchat, then I*******m. I scrolled through the stories, my eyes darting across every circle. Nothing. No grainy photos of Sophia in a clinic. No official 'Save the Date' from the Carter or Miller accounts. It was just the usual—people posting their lattes, someone complaining about the Monday morning traffic, and a few gym selfies.

They just laughed and shook their heads. "So now, I am going to choose one of his pictures and then edit it through You Cam Make up or something like that. Then, I will post it as his Snapchat story and wait for his reaction." I said. They all were happy with my plan. "Now, we just have to figure his password." I said and started with his birth date or something. After failing I pressed 0000 and it opened. I rolled my eyes at his lame choice of password. I quickly chose a picture of his and downloaded the editing app.

Varun: "At least you laughed, that's pretty nice!" Alizeh: "I meant laughing with disgust, I mean how can someone be so immature and idiot?" Varun: "He is drunk also to show you and uploading stories and snaps that also to show you!" Alizeh: "Yes I know that very well" Varun: "Me too!" Alizeh: "What are you doing?" So I was just sending my daily snap streak on Snapchat, but by mistake, I sent her that snap, and I apologized to her after that-

I mute my cell to halt all vibrations and gulp my drink down my throat. Reposts? I have more friends on my snap than I thought. My best friend overreacts, drama major and all. I'm sure the picture isn't that bad. Rolling my eyes, I scan my story to corroborate and cackle in response. Okay—it's bad. She's half pouting. She squeezed her eyes. She looks horrible. No makeup. No blush. Natural Miranda. Maybe I went a little overboard by uploading. Hastily, I take the picture down and slide my phone away.

A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off, hitting record. We upload snippets to my private Snap story—the one where only my closest friends, including my boyfriend Tyler, can see. It’s my little corner of chaos: cute selfies mixed with the occasional thirst trap. Tyler loves it; he’s always the first to view and respond with fire emojis or something dirtier. Luca knows about the story too—he’s on it, though I keep the racier stuff timed just right so he might miss it. Or maybe he doesn’t. Whatever.