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I then put it back on my nightstand but then a continuous set of vibration then came one after another. “God! What now?” Nyx immediately perked up after my shout. Drama. I hissed at her and picked up my phone from the nightstand. And my brows furrowed upon seeing what came through my phone. They were twenty-three notifications and most of them came from the same place. PACKSQUARE The largest social platform used by neighboring packs, and normally, well usually, I ignore it. Mostly because it consisted of gossip disguised as news. And apparently today, I can’t avoid it.

Sabrina tells him as she notices a message notification appeared after the call. She wasn't trying to snoop. But one line caught her attention. [The result of that night] ~ Sent Elvira. Sabrina's fist tightened. The phone buzzed again. And again. With trembling hands, she picked it up, and unlocked it. She tapped on it and a message thread opened. A photo loaded first. Then another. Then a video. These images struck Sabrina like a bolt of lightning, making her body run cold. For the first time, she was dumbstruck and stunned to even blink.

She goes to the kitchen to serve me. I go through my Snapchat to check the streaks sent to me. I scroll fast — impressed by some, unimpressed by others. I see boobs in bikini pictures, heart them by sending kisses emoticons. Then I update my story — a picture of an apple I just picked from the table. I quickly receive so many notifications at once. Messages from girls, Riley, and my team members. They're asking why I wasn't at practice today. Riley FaceTimes me. I pick it up.

I thought opening it to only see the send had only send a video and images which makes me wonder what this could be. Because it's the third time already that I would be sent a image like this and a video from an unknown number only to load them and see animals or different Ad's been sent. Thought of deleting it but my curiosity got the better if me making me load them while waiting patiently for it to finish loading. Before I could minimize it for another app, if has already notify me which made me open the message only for me to come across the most unbelievable thing ever. WTF?!.... TBC

I can stop myself from sleeping for a while, it's just that I don't know what to do and I don't have the need for anything tonight. The sound of the smartphone made me open my eyes again, I decided to check what had just happened on the smartphone. "Oh my God ... Oh my God, is this for real?" My body was half sitting on the bed, I was silent for a moment staring at the lit smartphone screen. A notification flashed in the notification bar. Some of them area social media account named Levin Gaillard who followed back and several messages he sent. I was silent for a few moments, my eyes didn't even blink when I saw the notification.

Nothing more. The phone sat there, still buzzing intermittently as more notifications came through. I reached the sofa and looked down at the screen, and my world tilted sideways. The notification was from a messaging app, and while I couldn't see the full content of the message, I could see the thumbnail image attached to it. A photo. Clear and unmistakable despite its small size on the preview screen. Kyle. Kissing another woman.

1 Message Received from Joan “ Couz! Have you seen Gil’s post on instagram?” She texted. “ Couz, you know that I don’t have an instagram account.” I replied. “ Wait. I’ll take a screenshot of it and send you on messenger.” she said. Maan received a notification on Facebook that Gil replied to her post. “ You’re welcome” smiley.

I told her that I am always free for her but I think she needs dosage of it thrice a day to get this simple shit in her head. Me : For you? Always. I answered back and she immediately seen it. But a three dots appeared and danced on the screen, indicating that she is writing. But then, they disappeared. They appeared again and disappeared. Maybe she is thinking of what to reply. I decided to check other notifications till then. The only notifications I have are from the group chat of us, guys. It is called, People.

Maybe I could go and see her later if I didn’t have anything better to do. “Oh, my goodness, girl. You have to check the news!” Without thinking, I grabbed my phone. I had turned off all notifications from all my social media and browsers the day I went to her place. If pictures of Enzo and Natasha did flood the news, I didn’t want to be the first to see them. Surely enough, as soon as I turned them on, my phone was beeping like crazy. Likes, tags, comments, they kept popping up like it was an emergency.

Then a cascade—buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, a relentless stream of notifications that made the glass table hum. Camille stopped mid-sentence. "Someone's popular." I pulled the phone from my pocket. The screen was lit up with notification after notification. But they weren't messages. They were news alerts.