Jerk Chat Novels & Stories

"No way—we've all switched to the water droplet avatar. Tobey, you need to change yours too! @Tobey You can't sit out the fun, man! @Tobey" Everyone who read that thought Jeremy was out of his mind. Even Joseph, who had already been fuming, said nothing as he watched Jeremy practically court disaster on his own. Just then, Elijah logged into the chat. The moment he joined, he felt as if he had stumbled into a bizarre group filled with nothing but water droplet icons. "What? Are you guys crowdfunding for water droplets or something?"

How could I not call him a jerk when he is being a jerk? I shook my head sitting again on the chair and looking at the monitor when I remember why I have stopped chatting with my members. I should be scolding him for doing reckless decisions! I was about to shout at him when he is already gone by. I sneer, letting out a sigh. Uh, I will do that later, but for now, I think I should be talking to one more person. Jeremy POV

Jer was making obvious mistakes in the game. I looked at him, and almost didn’t recognize him. He was pissed he was still a virgin. “You know, if you’re that desperate, you could always try for Kirsten or one of her friends.” “And risk getting a disease that will end with my balls cut off? No thanks.” I shrugged at him. “Whatever, man. Your life. When you want a serious talk, let me know.” Jer looked a bit defeated. “Thanks. I’ll keep you in mind if I need a therapist.”

Me: Look at you, the greatest playboy being all mature and shit. Egotistical Jerkface: She-hulk, you should know by now that you bring out the worst in me. The blush on my cheeks flares to the color of a fire hydrant. Me: lol 🥴🥴 I close the chat and open my contacts app, then scroll down to the letter E. “Time to give you a new name.”

I don’t meet men from online. Ericka Damn it. I tossed the phone on the bed. We met through another app, Pro-Express Chat, founded at Harvard. It was a simple social networking application that allowed the user to chat anonymously. No profile pictures, feeds, comment boxes, or even blogs. Nothing. Just an inbox and a few details such as name and age, gender, relationship status, and occupation.

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡