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I see my phone vibrate and see a snippet of notifications that appear. *Text Message* Grace Smith Delivered. Safe flight. I’ll see you soon

LIORA My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. I woke up to the sound of notifications going off like fireworks. One after another after another. I grabbed it from the nightstand and squinted at the screen. Four hundred and seventy two I*******m notifications. My stomach dropped. I opened the app. The first thing I saw was a photo of me and Everett leaving his parents' house last night. Someone had taken it from across the street. My makeup was smudged from crying. Everett's hand was on my back. We looked like we were running away.

Jason says. It will stay as it is. There are about one hundred comments on the video. One of them is from a verified account. I didn’t get notified because I disabled the notifications on the app once it was downloaded. I place Amelia’s phone and retrieve mine to check the TicToc app.

He said sternly without looking at me. I shook my head and fished out my phone to check on it. “I haven’t. Where is it posted?” “It’s posted everywhere since the news spread faster. I’m sure people are already tagging you in it since your account’s in public.” “I muted my notification so I have no clue at all.” Indeed, our faces are already everywhere. I read the screenshot of the article posted by a random account who tagged me in it. One of the biggest fish in the market has been sold!

The loading circle spun for a brief moment before the image went live for the entire campus to see. I slid the phone back into my front pocket and took another sip of my drink. Less than three minutes passed. My pocket started vibrating. It was not a single buzz. It was a rapid, continuous string of alerts. The metal device shook violently against my leg, demanding my attention. I pulled the phone out and looked at the lock screen. The notification counter climbed faster than I could read the names. Students from my classes, guys from the hockey team, and random campus gossip accounts were liking the post. People were leaving fire emojis in the comments. The internet was losing its mind beca

For one blissful second, I was convinced it was just Alex sending unnecessary early-morning reminders or my work email exploding the way it usually did. But then I saw the screen. 200+ Notifications. Comments, tags, mentions. Messages from numbers I didn’t recognize. Messages from people I did recognize but wished I didn’t. My stomach dropped. “What the…?” I unlocked the phon and the world tilted. Screenshots of Maya’s livestream were everywhere—clips, reactions, edits, people analyzing it frame by frame like she’d given a TED Talk instead of a tantrum. My face wasn’t shown, but it didn’t matter. Her followers didn’t need my picture.

At six months, it feels like I have been pregnant forever and not to sound conceited or anything but I wish the babies could give me space to breathe; maybe come out already. My attention is drawn to my phone buzzing consistently on the pillow beside me. I must have fallen asleep while texting the girls last night. Something about the constant vibrations makes me anxious. I watch dazed for a moment as the notification bar moves with more messages. Sluggishly, I reach for the phone, my movements slowed by my still booting brain. Over 500 notifications on my social media and a few messages from the group chat with the girls. Emily’s message is the first one I see . She shared a screenshot of w

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.

“As if he would ever do that. Dante is known for many things, being kind isn’t one of them.” My fingers swiped through the menu on my phone and stopped at the little blue and white icon. I tapped it, it loaded for a few seconds, and my news feed came into view. ‘Ninety-nine plus new notification?!’ My face scrunched and I touched the little bell. ‘What in the world?!’ A small frown formed on my lips at the notification littered with the angry emoji. I tapped one of them, and it led to my profile picture, which had–

The screen glowed with a new notification. A new “exclusive photo” was already viral. Her blood went cold as she opened it.