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I asked the innocent dog. I went to my phone and saw notifications coming in. I rarely use my social media but… my brows raised when I saw a lot of notifications coming in from my social media. I went to the messages and saw almost hundreds of them, and all of them are from… Peter? And the notifications from social media are from him as well? What the fuck is going on?

That's old news now. I click open my Facebook page and see thirty-seven notifications. I have a lot of friends, but even I know that's unusual. Especially since I'm only on Facebook for work purposes. Instagram is more my speed. Glancing over at the stories that are trending, my heart stops. Tiffany Wendel is says in big bold letters. Underneath, a little snippet of the story. Mack Shivel, Seagulls mid-fielder posts naked pics of alleged groupie. "Ohgod," I whisper as I click on the link. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod." I start scrolling and sure enough, there is a picture of me, a naked picture of me that has gone viral.

Raina held the phone against her chest for a moment and just sat there on the edge of the bed and breathed and let herself feel whatever was happening in her chest without putting a name to it yet. Then she turned the phone over and opened the browser out of habit. Her thumb moved to her social media app and she opened it before she had fully thought about why. The notifications hit her immediately. Not a few. Not a manageable number. Hundreds. Still coming in while she was looking at the screen, stacking on top of each other faster than they could load properly. The app was struggling to keep up with the volume. She frowned and opened the feed. The top stories filled her screen all at once.

I then cleared my throat right after letting him go and divert my attention automatically to my phone screen. I added a little caption first before tapping the share button. I just added the photo to my I* story and I am silently wishing that Elric will open it. You wish. A thought comes through my mind which resulted me to groan and look away. Later on, I am done eating when my phone vibrated and that means that there is a notification coming in. “I checked your paper first earlier and notice that you got some points.” Instead of checking my phone notification, I look at him after he said that. Now that he opened it up, my annoyance from earlier started to show up, so I heave a deep sigh to

I turned on my data and immediately the connectivity showed, the screen pops up with millions of notifications all flooded in. I grasp. From F******k, I*******m, and Twitter, I received bountiful messages, calls, tweets, tags, etc. I read the first message from a fan on my I*******m. “Love, are you alright? Heard the news. I hope you’re okay!” Another read. “I’m your biggest fan! I hope you receive all the love and care you deserve. Too bad you have to go on break.” The comments kept coming and I started to read one after the other. It turns out I’m a celebrity. I look at the followers I had on I*******m.

I wait for it to power up, staring at the black screen like I can bully it into being faster. Notifications start pinging in. The first is from Max. Max: I can’t wait to see you with your new ink, what time do you think you’ll be done and I’ll come and get you? We’re just heading out to the lake. Xxx I frown and scroll down, expecting a flood. Nothing. No follow-up. No “where are you?” No “are you okay?” Just that. The next one is from Xander. Xander: Hey, are you coming down later? Xx

The things he had said were still sitting in me in the way that certain things sat, not loudly, just present and persistent, and I had stayed on the sofa with Bruno and the lamp and let the hours pass. The notifications were stacked in a way I had not seen before. Not the team channel, not any of my usual contacts. Multiple platforms, multiple sources, all of them pointing at the same thing. I opened the first one and the image loaded and I sat forward on the sofa cushion and felt the morning rearrange itself around what I was looking at. The picture was different from the video.

By the time I returned to my desk, the house felt quiet again. Peaceful. I set everything down beside my laptop and pulled out my chair. Then suddenly, my tablet began vibrating violently against the desk. I frowned. “What now?” Notifications flooded the screen. There were too many of them—messages, mention, tags. Something felt wrong immediately. My stomach tightened. Slowly, I picked up the tablet and clicked one of the notifications. It opened instantly to the site of a gossip platform, one of the biggest in the city. My breath hitched just as I saw a photograph I recognized it instantly.

Then, examined several designs for the ongoing project, making sure that they were on point. I was typing a document when suddenly I received a notification on my laptop. It was an I*******m notification. I paused my work and clicked on the notification bar. My eyes sparkled with excitement upon seeing that the notification was about Jake. He had posted a new photo. I was dying to see his latest post. It's what I had been doing for the past years. I had been stalking Jake on all social media platforms, keeping tabs on him.

Ellie's P.O.V. Beep. Beep. Beep. The next morning, the relentless notifications dragged me out of sleep. Groaning, I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up instantly. “127 notifications. 49 unread messages. Trending Topic: Mrs. Zackary Walton.” I stared at the screen for a long second. “Of course. Social media has never disappointed when it comes to turning someone's misery into entertainment.” I ignored most of the notifications and opened the only conversation that actually mattered.