My App Boyfie Novels & Stories

My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside. “Are you going to the game Friday,” Sofia asked. “Yeah,” I said, spinning my lock, “probably.” “Cool,” she said, fixing her hair, “bring a date, it is more fun.” “Right,” I said, “fun.” I grabbed my English book, and my phone buzzed. It was a reminder I set for myself last week. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, with a little calendar emoji. I stared at it, then turned my phone off. I did not need the reminder, the whiteboard was enough, the hallway was enough, and the date on my driver’s license was enough. I turn 18 in six months. Six months to figure it out.

I tapped d******d. The app opened with a flicker of red and black, slick and minimalistic. No bios about loving long walks on the beach or being a “dog dad.” Just photos. Blurred faces. Muscles. Skin. Tattoos. Whispers of danger and lust all wrapped into digital foreplay. Pick your poison, baby. The tagline winked at me as I scrolled. Some were too eager. Too cheesy. Too frat boy. Too old. Too young. Nope. Nope. Nope. God, absolutely not.

Now, it was his turn to feel that sting. "Nat!" A hand suddenly gripped my arm. It was Sarah. Her face was tight with urgency. "Don't be rash. You and Luke are great together—why break up over nothing? Just apologize to him and quit causing drama." I stared at her fake, concerned face and let out a cold laugh in my head. She was definitely panicking now. That was when it hit me—her app must only work on my current boyfriend. The moment Luke and I broke up, she wouldn't be able to steal his love from me anymore. No wonder she was suddenly so desperate to push us back together.

I watched the delivered status change almost instantly. Read. No typing bubble. No dots. Nothing. I stared at the screen so long my eyes started to burn, willing something to appear, some easy explanation that would make the whole ugly shape of my suspicion collapse back into nothing. A minute passed. I refreshed the app like that would change anything. Five minutes. I set the phone down, picked it back up almost immediately. Me: Hello? Nothing. Me: you read it. I can see that you read it. Still nothing.

The pain of feeling guilty even when you aren’t, is a different kind of pain that no one could ever understand except you yourself and I was going through the same pain which was almost invisible but hurting me deep inside. “I need some champagne to celebrate this,” she demanded to me. I nodded my head as this was so much of happy moment for me and I was going to agree for whatever she would ask me today. And then, my phone beeped. It was him. ‘SO HOW DO YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE? DO YOU LOVE IT?’ So, it was him. It was all him. It was my boyfriend who did all of this. I couldn’t help but the long series of tears rolled down my eyes and I started to cry out as loudly as I can.

You: Get ur ass here, before I change my plans on going to the movies with u☺️ Adrien: Shit, I knew u got mad at me. You: And how did u know that?☺️ Adrien: You called me by my last name, and that emoji, it's basically saying if I make a wrong move u will kill me. You: Smart boy, see u later ~~~~~~~~ I was currently talking to Mel and her new boyfriend Jaden. Who knew that Mel will get a boyfriend. Mostly, a boy that has enough patience to deal with her that is. Well, other than myself of course.

It was a hookup app he had just installed, to look for a good fuck. Min Young-Jae was twenty-four and he was pretty much unemployed if he didn't do the cam boy thing along with the waiting in the high maintenance cafe down the block. It wasn't just his financial problems it was also his 'thing', he liked doing it. He liked imagining the number of people who'd get off to his little actions and instructions every day, it made him feel loved.

girl" who left marks on me is actually a boy. I get to the living room, and lie down on the couch. My cell phone vibrates. My "friend" Khai's name appears on the screen. I pass it on. I don't want to talk to him. He has been trying to talk to me for days, but I just ignore it. I know Khai, he is sorry for what he said, but I am not in the patience to hear what he has to say. The phone insists once again on vibrating, but this time a smile breaks out on my lips.

I grit out through clenched teeth. “Great!” he exclaims, and jogs over to our phones. “Here,” he says as he comes back, messing around on mine and tossing it to me before going back to the water station. I snatch it out of the air and find the date-to-mate app already opened. The account name is “CookieMonsterBeta,” and the entire profile is already filled out with likes and dislikes and anything else the website asks for when you signup. “The fuck is this?” I ask, turning the screen to him.