Jerk Chat の小説・ストーリー

We still on? My group chat consists of just 4 of us all been friends since day 1 of freshman year: Jerica, Abby, Janet and myself. Its only 730pm so it was still early, and we had plenty of time still. Jumping in the shower now – Jerica You bet your sweet ass – Janet I’ll finish getting ready and come swoop everyone up - Abby

Instead I send back a single message. Alex- See you tonight. "

Sounds really suspicious and weird, stupid even. I needed to find out who it was, but the information didn't help at all. All I could see was... Name: Jerk.W Email Address: Jerkw.@(link unavailable) Shipping Address: Jerk.W 123 Street Anytown, New York 12345 Phone Number: (212) 876-5439 What in the actual fuck? Jerk.W, what? What if it's someone who secretly hates me? And here I was celebrating.

I look like the discount version of myself. Perfect for tonight. My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most. Bogotá & the Idiots. Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick, Tessa with tear-streaked cheeks, Emmett behind them flipping off the camera. Accurate. My last message is still from yesterday. KR: [still alive. stop planning my funeral.] Their replies sit underneath it, lined up like a coordinated attack. ISABELLA: [YOU’RE INSANE]

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

I’ve been let down by a lot of people in my life and I couldn’t have cared less. This one is different. I’m waiting for the last of the office staff to leave their stations in the control tower so I can ring Chris, my contact on dry land. “You want me to do anything else before I go?” Jack asks. I smile. “No, mate, you go. I got another hours work to get through here.” “Okay, catch you later.” He packs up his desk and I wait for him to walk down the stairs. I flick through my diary until I get to the phone number disguised as a product order key and I dial the number.

he whispered in a sultry voice, his hands resting on my hips. I managed to push him away and stepped back, my dark eyes flashing with anger as my face burned red. “What was the meaning of that, Mr. Jerkins? You know that could be considered harassment, right? Even if we’ve encountered each other in the past, that doesn’t give you the right to do that.” “I see why you hate being captured by the media, and why only your childhood photos are on the internet,” I snorted. “You really don’t want them to see the kind of person you are.”

I later realized it was a wrong move because now I could inhale his minty breath. My gosh! I pushed him away immediately when I realized that since I can smell his breath, he can definitely smell mine, and I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday. D*rn! This is so embarrassing. But the j*rk seemed to find my situation funny. His shoulders were shaking, trying to repress his mirth. “What is so funny?” I asked in a voice tinged with irritation, but very carefully, I turned my head to the side. “You.” He replied promptly. “You are funny, Veronica.”

“Oh, add me on Messenger. My username is 'Jaja Pinket.'” I nodded again, not quite sure what she meant but grateful for the escape. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.