Great Gatsby Gif Novels & Stories

The screen flashes, and I see my pictures flood the internet. THE EX-WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE GREY GRAND WORKING AS A WAITRESS AT A RUN-DOWN RESTAURANT. The words are bold and mocking, but they’re nothing compared to the next images I see as I scroll—Grey and Callie’s pre-wedding photos with bold words on top: “CONGRATULATIONS TO US. WE ARE WELCOMING A NEW BABY SOON.” My fingers tighten around the phone. The room feels suffocating, hard to breathe.

I try to rub it off, but it has dried into the skin. I reach for my laptop. I told myself I would not look at the news again, but my fingers move on their own. I open the browser. The photo is the first thing I see. It is grainy. It was taken through the window of the diner. In the image, I am leaning forward. My head is tilted back. I am laughing. Gideon is looking at me. His expression is soft. He looks like a man who has found something he lost. The headline underneath is a cold splash of water. "THE BILLIONAIRE’S REDEMPTION OR A CALCULATED SCAM?"

That night, I sat alone on the cold bench outside the morgue, handling Grandma's funeral arrangements. Until 3 AM, my phone screen lit up. It was a notification for a special follow. Elena had updated her Instagram. The picture was a group photo taken in the VIP channel of JFK Airport. In the photo, Gavin, who was always calm, noble, and unsmiling, was now holding a huge bouquet of champagne roses. He looked at Elena, his eyes full of the joy of regaining something lost and doting affection. The caption read: [Welcome Home, My Hero. Turns out no matter how far I go, as long as I look back, you are always there.]

Allie simply pulled out her pristine, gold-trimmed tablet and began texting her friends, completely ignoring my existence. ​Ten minutes into the lesson, Mr. Harrison threw a complex prompt on the board regarding the psychological subtext of The Great Gatsby and the illusion of the American dream. The classroom went dead silent. The wealthy students shifted uncomfortably, used to regurgitating SparkNotes rather than actually analyzing the text.

Gabby explained. “She did what!?” Mason exclaimed. “Woooow! She gives a new deeper meaning to delusional. When was the pic posted?” I asked. “Um… hold on.” Gabby said, digging out her phone. After a few swipes, she offers it to me. And there on I*******m was a picture of Elisabeth making said duckface with her left hand up, displaying a very expensive-looking diamond ring. I furrowed my brow and looked at the time stamp. “What the fuck!” I exclaimed.

I murmured, staring down at my calculus worksheet. "You don't have to thank me for respecting you, Tamine," Evans said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaotic cafeteria. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a battered paperback copy of The Great Gatsby. "Now, are you going to help me understand chapter seven, or are we going to sit here and glare at differential equations all period?" A genuine, relieved smile finally broke across my face. "Page 154, Thorpe. And if you make one more joke about the valley of ashes, I'm charging you double for this session."