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I was trying to contact a girl through F******k with my profile picture appearing in the dictionary, illustrating the phrase: 'Babe Repellant'. I swiftly swapped it out for a shirtless picture of me from the previous summer at a beach in Spain. I'm no model, certainly, but I also don't feel like I have to put on a shirt these days before I go say hello to a girl. I figure that worked for online as well... How about that other new website? Not Myspace... Instaphoto? I*******m. The one with square pictures and all the filters to disguise how shitty smartphone cameras were. I didn't know a lot of friends who were on it, but it was worth a shot.

I tried to search for him on f******k but nothing came up. I also tried on I*******m and luckily I found his account. It's a private one. I tapped the follow button to send a follow request, well I want to be friends with him. Her i*******m icon is so cute. That's probably his graduation photo when he was a child. After three minutes he accepted and followed me back. I smiled. So he’s active on the i*. I saw his photos, only a few pictures were posted on his account. In all of his pictures, his eyes are what really grabs my attention. His eyes are really expressive.

Hope you all enjoy this one as well! Frequently updates on my P*****n exclusively!✨ Follow me on i*******m as well for more exciting updates. User id : _ ._chaoticsoul_._ "Are you sure you're not coming to the party?" I asked my best friend who was now lying on my bed with her blonde hair spread out.

“Something chaotic. Like silver. Or red. Something that says ‘I’m unstable but in a cool way.’” He nodded. “That tracks. Okay, your turn.” I glanced over. “What’s your dumb post-exam thought?” He grinned. “I think we should get matching hoodies.” “No.” “Come on.” “I literally just survived stats. I’m not ready to commit to couple merch.” “But picture it,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “Mine says ‘Sunshine.’ Yours says ‘Grump.’ Perfect.” “Absolutely not.” He showed me a P*******t mock-up anyway.

Somehow I am not feeling very secure with unlocking the phone with my face, in case any of my doppelgangers show up. I tap on the F******k icon and open the application. I log out of my personal account and create a new one. First name I shall put, HotGuy; while for last name I shall put InTheBed. HotGuy InTheBed. That’s it. Perfect. I filled in the details as simply as I can, birth date, address, current location, blah blah blah… And finally, the profile picture. Right, I almost forgot that I needed a profile picture for a F******k account. Leaving it blank might make it look suspicious, Jamie might not be interested to talk to me, so I shall upload a proper human photo.

the tagline teased. The screen lit up with a new SparkMatch notification. New match: Jax. She opened the app before she could talk herself out of it. His profile picture loaded first — a gym mirror selfie, black tank top stretched tight over his chest, sweat making the fabric cling to every ridge of his abs. Dark hair messy and damp, hazel eyes looking straight at the camera with that easy, cocky half-smile that said he knew exactly how good he looked. Bio underneath: “Gym rat seeking coffee dates & late-night adventures. Tell me your go-to order and I’ll judge you lightly”

"Look closer," Gemma prompted you. You narrowed your eyes and moved your hands away, looking down at the profile. It was called @DaddyDick and had an erect penis as its profile picture with a cartoon face drawn on the head. And you realized quickly that it was your dick. "I'll repeat. What the fuck?"

I winked and signed off. I jumped into I*******m and opened the post draft. Tagged @tonedefteddy, @brodysbackline, @sadiestrut, and @thomasdrums—because yes, even the most mysterious drummer deserves some love. I also added @nonameofficialband right at the bottom with a fire emoji. Added a glitter sticker over our ridiculous, perfect Camp No Name flag. Hit post. And for a minute, I felt like myself again. Still me.

Poppy sighed, but smiled, “I’ll send you my stuff. Do you think a selfie is ok?” “Oh, that profile pic you have on I***a would be best.” Melissa squealed. “I’m so excited!! We are gonna rock this party! Maybe we can both find sugar daddies. Some yummy silver foxes to pay our way through the rest of school? Maybe they’ll take us on tropical vacations! I’m so excited!! See ya tomorrow, pookie! Love ya!”

Of course he does. And for some stupid, drunken reason, I grin at my screen like a fool. Pussyboy? He actually made my username Pussyboy. Fucking hell, BB, you know I love that shit. I’m smiling because of the booze. Only the booze. Definitely not because I’ve fallen headfirst into a new, filthy obsession I didn’t know I had.