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Kate’s eyes widened as she interrupted, “Classic move.” “—and I saw this old post of his. It was a picture of him and his ex-girlfriend from a couple of years ago. I wanted to read the caption, but my clumsy thumb accidentally double-tapped it. I liked the post, Kate. A post from two years ago! Do you know how embarrassing that is?” Kate burst out laughing, doubling over as she clutched her stomach. “Oh, my God, Cassie! That’s... wow. That’s next-level cringe.”

I lift a brow, a bit amused, and he groans. “Yes. That. “ I can’t hold back my giggle. He’s stuttering, unable to meet my eyes, and a blushing mess because he’s trying to apologize for his rude behavior. This is a sight I never thought I’d see, but it’s so freaking adorable. He’s so cute. “Well. I think it does along the lines: I’m sorry. “ I tell him and he finally meets my gaze. “Shut up. I’m not good at this stuff. “

Jason smiled there. Jason: Well, same here. Let's just talk first? Jenny: Isn't that what the two of us already doing now? That’s what she answered him so he smiled. Jason: You know you weren't snobbish before but now you're like that. He joked here and then put a laughing emoji at the end of the sentence. Jenny: Everything can change, especially when you're hurt. You hurt me! At the end of Jenny's message, there was also a laughing emoji but despite that, Jason still couldn't help but feel guilty and be affected by what the young lady said.

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“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

The group was unusually lively but the concerned parties weren't saying anything. Lizzy stood up and walked out of her room to ease herself when she saw Grace and her friends talking. She walked past them but her eyes couldn't help but listen to their conversation. "I messaged him, he isn't replying" "Is he going to watch till I get ridiculed like this? I was just telling him I liked him. Did he have to embarrass me like that?" Grace's voice drifted into Lizzy's ear and she chuckled. Didn't she know what she was going to receive or get by doing what?

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

Taking pleasure in my pain like it's entertainment specifically created for their amusement. I switch to TikTok and it's worse. Someone has made a compilation video of my "best moments" set to circus music. Another person has created a "transformation challenge" where people film themselves eating until they look similar to me, then dramatically falling down. The hashtag #TessaChallenge has 50 million views. T*****r is a wasteland of cruelty: "Tessa Whyte really said 'I'm going to steal my parents' money to fund my own humiliation' and honestly? Iconic!"

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.