Internet-girlfriends Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to go through the disappointment and worry again, so I just put it off for as long as I could. Kiara had let me in on one of her secrets. Her parents had raised her as sheltered as they possibly could, so naturally Kiara had turned to the internet to make friends. Combine that with the fact that she is a natural fashionista, and she has gained over two million followers on Instagram.

The whole school group chat erupted in anger, condemning Linda for being shameless, indecent, and seducing other people’s boyfriends. Linda, furious, fought back in the chat. She taunted them, claiming their average looks and lackluster figures were to blame. "If your boyfriends can't keep their eyes off me, that's on you." Her inflammatory comments were quickly screenshotted and shared on forums and social media. The situation spiraled out of control, gaining massive attention and even trending online.

If anything, it highlights how boring our life is and that we do nothing fun and spontaneous as two girl best friends. This is the girl who has gone on in a modern world of technology for seventeen years and has not possessed one singular social media account or app on her phone. Her email is strictly for school use, and she never follows any online news. “I don’t want him to think I have no friends or social life when he’s so…..” She reaches for a good descriptor word, and I raise my brow. “Sluttish….. easy…… alcoholic?” I add with sarcasm, and she bats me with a dry cloth she is using to polish a cage bar halfheartedly.

away from my friends who called me a freak as soon as they learned the truth about me. Even my ex-girlfriend, Jane, confronted me like I was a dirty bacteria. It was a pain to see her looking at me with disgust so I instantly hated her like she was a snake who wrapped me around for so long so that she could feel the fame I had. Yes, I was a popular kid in my previous school so I understood what it felt like to be Arisa Gail Valentine. However, she would never understand me as nobody would ever. The sound of my ringtone inside my back pocket brought me back from my reverie and I immediately answered it, realizing it was my half-sister who was calling.

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

I say with a snigger. Geni shrugs and smiles at the girl, who I realize is sitting with a friend who resembles her quite a lot. Same hair, same pouty lips, same rack. I would guess these girls are groupies, not girlfriends. That would account for their immediate dislike of someone dating one of the players. "Looks like Daniel may be off the market now, since there's been no fucking or running. Sorry about that." The girl narrows her eyes but Geni doesn't notice. "I'm Geni, by the way. You already know Quincy. And you are…?" "Tiffany."

She frowned at me. “Girls on the internet add fake freckles to their faces these days. It’s in now.” I defended. I was wearing mascara and lip gloss. It was as much make up as I was comfortable with. I also hadn’t fancied sweating my cheap foundation away in the stuffy bus. I was sure she’d have a lot to say if I had showed up looking like something from a children’s horror movie. “you shouldn’t want to be like the girls on the internet. Most of them are porn stars anyway. I don’t buy all that influencer rubbish.”

I just found it hard to believe. "Really. I'm not my sister, Lee. I don't date. I don't club. I have a handful of friends I'm close to, and we do stuff together during the day or after class." She stopped staring at the sky and met my eyes. "What? I'm a homebody." Her nervous giggle was sweet, and her apprehension was accentuated by her shoulders rounding inward with a shrug. "I get it. I prefer my house to going out. Not that I won't go out or that I don't, because I do. Other than Sadler's, it's usually bonfires or cookouts at a friend's house. Low key."

cyber-bullying and group chat-exclusion, her roomie Yssy’s specialty. Indeed the female population of Camp Unplugged are the SNS-addicts. Those who passive-aggressively seen-zone other girls, do a timed Unfollow or Defriend, and screenshot liberally but always out of context. Yssy and the others are the type of girls you don’t want to cross virtual paths with because they’re the Queens of vaguebooking to fish for attention, humblebragging to make others feel envious, posting statuses as thinly veiled shots, casting Favorites and Likes as declarations of war, or not casting them as declarations of the same.

“Sure, girl. What do you call them?” “Friends. Just online friends.” “You think I don’t see you when you’re over there typing away, blushing like a schoolgirl. That is not talking to just a friend.” Sidney smiled guiltily into her glass. “Online flirtations then,” she said. “It’s not like I’m ever going to meet these guys, or sleep with them, or have some real relationship with them. Just some harmless chatting.” “I wouldn’t say harmless. You never know what’s on the other side of the keyboard these days.”