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True to his words most of his photos were nudes, even Grace's nudes were there. I knew this guy was a bad boy. There were barely any decent photos on his phone except for the pictures of a dog, it was a really cute dog. I guess he's a dog lover. I left his gallery and checked his playlists, it was filled with sad and emotional songs. I sighed as I decided to play Candy crush for the next one hour before going for my classes. -- It was a few minutes to eight o'clock and Ryker still wasn't here yet. I was starting to get pissed off as I sat beside Lucy, who was already getting ready to go home since there were no more customers in the café.

"She was just here, she just can't be gone" Present day. My phone buzzes getting me out of my thoughts. I check my phone, i have alerts i check the messages from Leila to make sure everything is okay. She has sent pictures of her painted toe nails and fingernails. She has a french manicure. I send her a private message Jordan : you know what those pretty fingers would look great wrapped around? She responds with an eggplant emoji. Jordan: i was going to say a glass of wine but that works too

Liam asked him, staring down at our frankenturtle. "Of course!" Percy smiled excitedly. He's like a little puppy, I swear. "What do you think, Jess?" "I think he needs medical assistance." I remarked, making them both laugh. "I don't know what's wrong with you two. I think he looks great!" He snapped a picture of it on his phone. "That's going to be my new profile picture." "That'll be an improvement." Liam muttered, making me slap him in the chest. "Don't be mean." I scolded him.

An I*******m post. Not on Krystal’s old dusty account, the one that still had a picture of a cracked ceramic mug captioned “Somehow surviving finals.” No, this one was new. Verified. Clean aesthetic. Minimalist white backgrounds, coffee cups with latte art, hands with rings that looked too expensive to be rented. @k.huntertm—people didn’t even recognize it at first. Then came the whispers.

Jade posted about her boring class, with a pouty face that was more sexy than cute. I double-tapped, leaving a like, then typed out a comment. Chiara had posted some black and white photos she took of herself with sad music. Still nursing her wounded heart. I also left a like. More scrolling brought me towards a post from Chelly of all people. We’re not mutuals, I don’t even follow her, so what in the world is she doing on my front page? The post was strange. She had uploaded a picture of Elio and his friend group. With me in the back shot staring at the ground. There was a black hoodie over my head, and a cut on my lower lip.

Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

He always saw everything. “Ohhh,” he exhaled, delighted, “there she is.” His fingers angled my face up slightly, forcing me to let the tear run down my cheek unobstructed. “Don’t hide that from me,” he murmured. “Your tears are the most honest thing about you.” Another tear fell. This time a small, broken sound slipped out of me. A sob. Barely audible. He inhaled sharply, like the sound was something he could taste. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice soaked in satisfaction. “Let your body fail. That’s part of your purpose.”