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ignoring several notifications to open my F******k. My friends had posted sequences of photos of us and several stories. Luckily in all of them I was very presentable and nothing changed by alcohol, and there were many complimentary comments. Among the people who liked the photos was Flynn, and he also commented on an emoticon with heart. Immediately I closed the application and entered W******p, where the last message had been from him wishing me a good fun. Entering the application, my vision was cloudy and patchy trembling, even so, I ended up typing:

He replied. This time, I ensured that he didn’t remember me. So I baldly sent a picture of mine and waited anxiously. 「Wanna F?」I added. We were accustomed to use F to stand for Fuck. That was the popular style I learned from my cousin Karen, who was one of my Ex-boyfriend Fletcher’s friends of benefits. 「Hmm.」He only replied such a confusing message first, but then another message followed, 「Pretty hot, but sorry I don’t fuck my nephew’s girl.:)」He even sent me an emoji of a smiling face.

I typed, my heart racing with anticipation as I hit send. A blue tick appeared, signaling that my message had been read. Before long, a reply illuminated the screen. “You alive, fluffball?” The response brought a smile to my face, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. Oh, how I missed him! “Yes, still alive, Jared,” I replied, adding a rolled eyes emoji for good measure. “Too bad, now I have to start annoying u again,” his message followed swiftly.

“Okay, a delay in answering will probably mean nothing. But if he answers immediately, well, that will always be a plus point for him.” “Try it,” Yana urged Misha. “Okay,” Misha said and picked her phone out from her pants’ pocket. She went to her F******k Messenger and video called Soren. Within a few seconds, Soren’s handsome face flashed on the screen of her cell phone, which brought a smile on her face. “Hi,” he greeted her.” “Hello,” Misha greeted back happily and glanced at Maggie, who made a little distorted smile on her lips. “What’s up?”

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

"You've never made me feel the way food does." Connor smirked, leaning in every so slightly. "You've never had me in your mouth, babe." I slapped him, not too hard, but enough for him to get the point. "Too much?" I laughed while nodding my head. "Not only was it disgusting, it was also cringe-worthy." He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm working on it." **** At the time we normally have our free period at the end of the day, there was the homecoming pep rally going on.

“Typical ...marry rich, then cheat with the coach.” “Poor man. He gave her everything and she threw it away for a basketball coach and a loudmouth friend.” “#ClaraJoeForever….come home, girl!” “She looks happy now, but you can tell she’s damaged goods.” This one landed like a slap on my face. My vision tunneled. Rage boiled up so fast it tasted like copper in my mouth. My phone beeped again, it was a new message. I snatched it back thinking it was Emma.

The message preview contained only three words. We need to talk.

A message from Jackson. Congratulations.

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.