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I really should have stopped having coffee, I easily panic and get nervous about things I am not sure of yet! When I logged in to F******k, I went straight to my messenger and my jaw almost dropped when I saw that in all the group chats I was a part of, I was removed, because there was a notification that said "You've been removed to the group" when I click on the group chat there are still those old chats so it's okay I can still back read, however, I can't reply to them. As I checked their conversation, I was feeling the wetness of both sides of my eyes, I even swallowed one after another just to not choke. And then I started back reading.

I opened the chatbox of Chuck. He sent me an address, "1233 S Brookhurst St, Anaheim, California, USA." saying that there's a drinking party today. Why does he want me to join? He never invited me before. I messaged back, "Is Nick coming?" "Yup! He is! But he doesn't know that I'm inviting you. It'll be a surprise to him if you come so Don't forget it." I replied, "Okay." And gave thumbs up.

I was sure I didn't hear the price correctly, but he repeated it a few more times to make sure I understood. Of course I had no idea what he was talking about. But either way, it was obvious our comercial wouldn't be played tonight, or any day in the near future. Just my luck. But what could I possibly do right now? Nothing! So I unlocked my phone that was still tightly clutched in my hands and send a message to my besties in our group chat Ana: girls. We have a problem. Meeting ASAP at my place. After only a moment a string of three messages came through with confirmation.

Found some mindless show I didn't care about and let it play while I cleaned up my minimal dinner mess. My phone buzzed on the counter. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. Finally, I picked it up. Group text. Ashley had created it sometime ago, everyone on the third floor plus a few others. The chat name was "3rd Floor Chaos" with way too many emojis. Ashley: Game night starting! Common room, now! 🎮🍪 Madison: Ryan's already talking trash. Someone needs to humble him Ryan: You can TRY 😎

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

Immediately, I could tell that he was not ready to be done in the bathroom, and with this, I opened the chat with the luxury of time I had left. “Did she find out?” I read instantly. However, if that was not all I could see in their chat, it was a lie. “Their chat is set on auto-clear messages.” “There is no profile picture as well.” I wandered like a puzzle solver, staring right at the hardest puzzle she had ever encountered.

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

group chat was buzzing with activity. In reality, everyone in the group came from different places and had never met in person. Their group chat had only six members, all brought together by their shared interest in the stock market. Initially, they only interacted on forums, discussing market trends. Eventually, after sensing they would get along, someone started a private group chat on their messaging app. Three of them had IP addresses based in the capital, while the other three were from different cities. They never pried into each other's personal lives and had never met in real life.

You and your mom get everything ready—don’t embarrass the Carters! Smiling sweetly, Karina opened the chatbox, clicked on a pinned chat at the top, and sent out a message. ***

I suddenly felt my phone buzz and opened the notification. BNB Group Chat Cassia: GUYS Sahana: WAT DO U WANT Me: WAT CASSIA Cassia: I THINK I JUST MET GOD Me: WTF DO U MEAN BY THAT Cassia: ILL EXPLAIN MORE Cassia: WE HAVE TO MEET UP SOON Me: yea I have to tell ya'll smth too Sahana: OK MY PLACE SATURDAY Cassia: DEAL Me: cool Sahana: SAMI WHY RNT U TEXTING IN CAPS ANYMORE IS SMTH WRONG