Forehead Vein Meme Novels & Stories

He tapped his screen and turned the phone toward me with devilish glee. And there it was: a photo of me in the backseat, hair looking like I lost a fight with a wind turbine, eyes half-open, mouth drooping in a way that made me question the structure of my entire face. The cherry on top? A dumb little meme caption he added himself: "Local Girl Realizes Alcohol Is a Scam: More at 9." " I'm never showing my face in public again" I slapped my hands over my face. "Kai. Delete it and the rest of whatever villainous things are in that folder."

“Hah? What are you talking about?” Dreia quickly responds with a photo. It looks like a meme template of a drunk girl sitting behind a table full of make-up. Astrid’s eyes widen, realizing it was that she was the girl in the photo. “What the hell? Where did this come from?” “You don’t know?” “What are you—what do I not know?” “Oh. Oh shit.” “Dreia, I swear to god— “ Dreia then sends her a Youtube link. She quickly opens it to find her face, red as a peach, greeting everyone to her vlog.

I said roughly, trying to move past him, but he blocked me again. “Great job on the Lunch,” he said, his tone mocking. “Also, you are the hottest thing trending in the media right now. Aren’t you quite the little celeb?” Nora made a face at him, but he brushed her off and took a step closer to me. “I thought Nora would have told you by now. Pity.” He whipped out his phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen there was a picture of me… no, hold on! It was a meme! Someone had used my picture from the launch and made a meme!

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

Heavy eyebags, red eyes that could chase away anyone who’ll see him, some red stains on his lips up to his left cheeks, purple marks just right down in his jaw. “Fuck! What the hell just happened?” He hissed when the pain started to pierce in his forehead. “Hey, lover boy. Wanna have some fun tonight?” Aiden cringed when he remembered that line. He looked at himself once more before washing his face. He scrubbed it like he came face-to-face with a virus.

Takuto Kimura stood in front of the bathroom mirror, having just finished wiping the water from his face—when suddenly, his eyes locked onto something on his forehead. A single pimple. Bright red. Perfectly round. Boldly positioned right between his eyebrows like it was challenging him. It stood tall like a miniature volcano, moments from erupting. “This can’t be happening!” He sucked in a sharp breath. His finger trembled as it moved closer to the blemish, like it was pointing at a financial market crash indicator.

Alessandro asked with concern, but I could tell that there was a smile threatening to appear on his face. “Uh yeah. Have you never seen someone kill a mosquito on their face before? Like, get with the program.” I am not going to lie. That slap to my forehead gave me a headache. I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my head. Was I really about to get a tension headache? Great.

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

It was too bad that on leaning to the wall, Juma couldn’t hold the pain anymore. He groaned and grunted in pain, clumping his mouth shut not wanting to let out a yell. Three green veins popped on his forehead and the corners of his eyes had something glistening threatening to fall down his face. He shut his eyes tight but his clenched jaws, and reddening tip of the nose showed how he was feeling. Both of his hands held his forehead like he was afraid something would come from it.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.