Noooo Meme Novels & Stories

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Zara’s POV Knox Henderson is laughing across the room with a beer in his hand and I’m three vodka sodas deep, wondering which would feel better: punching him or ruining him. Six months ago, he took a photo of me passed out at a party. Marker on my face, skirt ridden up with my ass on display. He posted it to a group chat of sixty people with the caption “scholarship girls can’t hang.” For two weeks, I was a campus meme. Giggles in the dining hall. Screenshots on every platform.

Cassandre The shrill ringing of my phone pulls me from sleep like a slap. It’s still dark in the room, but the phone screen radiates like a nuclear alarm. I grunt, pull the blanket over my eyes, then, annoyed, sit up halfway to grab the phone. A flurry of notifications. Missed calls. Mentions. Group messages. Links. Screenshots. And that headline at the top of the homepage, framed in red like a terrorist alert: “ALEXANDRE LACROIX AND DANIEL ROZOV: A LOVERS' CLASH IN FRONT OF A PRIVATE RESTAURANT”

Everything. "Oh no!"

“No.” What ?! Noooooo. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“No.” What ?! Noooooo. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

The way Marcus had asked why me and the way the question had followed me through three hours of pretending to be someone softer and simpler than I was and all the way up the stairs and into the dark. I wrote until my hand slowed on its own. Then I sat with the notebook open in my lap and looked at what I had written. I closed the notebook and set it back on the nightstand. Then I reached for my phone, the notification was at the top of the screen. A social media alert. The Arande Group's official account. Posted at eleven forty-seven last night, while I was lying in this bed in the dark with the notebook closed and the light off. I clicked it.