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And with that, he turned and jogged away. "Damn. I'll let him run through me anyday." Gia sighed. "You're such a slut." I giggled. I knew it was harmless of course. Gia liked to act like the over experienced, wild girl, but in reality she'd never let a guy who didn't value her touch her with a ten foot pole. "It should be illegal for men to just walk around shirtless like that. When I do it, it's indecent exposure, but when they do it, it's a thirst trap. The unfairness of it all."

Being a sucker for punishment, I logged into my F******k next. A message from my high school friend Jessica was sitting in my inbox. We'd kept in touch through F******k since I'd moved to London. I didn't have a ton of friends on my profile and kept it pretty private. Ethan had checked it out thor- oughly and given the okay. He said that the threat was from people who already knew me, where I lived and worked, so having a F******k page wasn't going to matter either way.

Honest. He didn’t answer immediately, which scared me for a second. Then he said, “If I ever do that, call me out.” I searched his face. No hesitation. No calculation. Just him. And that softened something in me. The real issue came the next morning. An article dropped. Not messy. Not dramatic. Just… suggestive. Something about “rapid engagement timelines following unexpected announcements.” No names. But everyone knew. My phone started buzzing. Maya sent me the link before I even opened it.

"Fuck, Raven." Because he kept darting his gaze between her dress and her eyes, sucking in a breath when she'd told him what she wasn't wearing, she screwed with him a little. "Those were my sentiments. Figured going commando would make access easier. This is one of your favorite dresses on me, too, right? Does it drive you nuts that I'm commando?" "Stop saying commando. I'm about to make us the gallery's focus by turning you into an exhibitionist."

All muscle, no fat. “I’m Mark,” one of his friends introduced himself. “I'm really sorry about... You know... All that. I'm sure he's sorry too. He’s normally a real gentleman. He's my best friend, so I know. Please don’t hold this, uh, occurrence against him.” He stretched out his hand. She hesitated, but shook it nevertheless. His handshake was firm. “He’s been under a lot of stress lately. Please forgive him.”

WHEN BLUE OPENED his social media account, various comments immediately popped up about him—screenshots of his s*x scandal with Teressa. It had even been turned into memes for people’s amusement and used as a joke. He also opened his favorite p*rn site, which he often visited, to check if the video had already been uploaded there. He could only pout when he saw that the video was already on the trending list. He didn’t care what others would say about him. He was already used to being judged. What truly worried him was his girlfriend, Teressa.

I did not waste time explaining. I dropped the folder of documents into the group chat. The title read: 'Adrian Cole and Chloe Bennett: Three Years of Hotel Stays and Financial Transfers' The first file contained their hotel records from the past three years, timestamped down to the minute. The second showed Adrian’s transfers to Chloe, from designer bags costing a few thousand dollars to a six-figure down payment on her sports car. The third was a screenshot of a post Chloe had uploaded three days earlier.

Overnight, they became the internet's most hated group. One of Haley's closest lackeys, who was already engaged and planning her wedding, had her engagement called off because of the exposé. Devastated, she went to Haley, begging her to explain the situation and clear her name. But Haley, who was already preoccupied with her own troubles, snapped, "You're nothing but a gold-digging slut! How am I supposed to clear your name? Get lost and stop bothering me!" Shocked and enraged, the woman pushed Haley off the fourth floor before jumping after her.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Is the matter still unresolved? I heard that Madam fought with a group of people and almost killed one of them." "Where did you get the news from? Watch what you say or the admin's going to kick you out!" "My friend's a direct source. It's 100% true. Don't be fooled by her face. Have you ever heard of the term 'femme fatale'? The prettier they are, the more ruthless they are in a fight! Her ex has even gone abroad to protect her!" "If something goes wrong, you won't catch her livestreaming ever again in the future! Allowing a woman like her to be in the public eye is just going to corrupt our children."