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The video had pictures of me with a towel inside the school garden, with a towel tied around my body singing and laughing at nothing It looked bad, really bad. Inside the video were ugly pictures of me too. Rando ugly pictures that were taken when I was unaware. The hashtag was Fatrez, posted around thirty minutes ago with almost one thousand likes. The likes were precisely from students in my school. I went to the profile of whoever had posted and gasped to find it was me, someone had entirely created an account with my details to entertain everyone and it had five hundred followers already.

Maybe the algorithm wasn't a total disaster. I clicked on to his profile. He had a kind face and a slightly crooked, mischievous smile. His profile picture was simple - no gym selfies, no "alpha" posturing. Just him in what looked like a professional studio of some kind. I wondered what a guy like that had to say. I tapped the message. My jaw didn't just drop; it practically hit the granite countertop. Greg: 'Hey there Tia - how would you like to be Tia-bagged by these Greg big balls tonight?'

I said "who will bully me other than that weird fellow" they looked at me shockingly I I explain everything and said "he really having great fun while bullying me he is laughing by bullying me" nishanth asked "did he really laughed" I asked "is he not a human" mahi said "answer first did he really laughed" I said "yeah like a demon he laughed" mahi said "we never seen him laughing" what these people are saying they said they are friends they why didn't they seen him laughing niha said "he never laughs or smiles he smiles occasionally that to a weird smile" I said loudly "what" everyone is looking at us I slowly hided my face niha said "yeah honey it's true"

My heart beats fast as I look for a picture where she doesn’t wear glasses. “How are you following her?” “Fake profile.” I look at him confused as he shrugs. “I made a fake profile to see what she is up to. And she has a cute friend.” He interferes with my scrolling as he adds. “But no kids, and no husband.” Fuck! I find a picture taken with her friend in a bathroom of a club. Her eyes.

"They used that terrible photo of me leaving the office. I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backward." Alexander laughed. "Is that what's bothering you? Not the character assassination, but the unflattering photo?" "A girl has priorities." I shrugged dramatically. "They could at least have used my LinkedIn profile picture. I paid good money for that photoshoot." Our laughter drew more glances, which only made us laugh harder. There was something freeing about being here, defying the gossip mongers with our evident enjoyment of each other's company. "You're remarkable," Alexander said suddenly, his voice softer.

Someone had liked my profile. We could match, if I expect his match request. I opened the profile with slightly trembling fingers. His name was Dear Daddy. I burst out laughing, this app is something else . God. What kind of name is that? Very kinky. But then again — this app was full of all kinds. Some of the other men's profile names were way, way dirtier. At least this one had a sense of humor about it. I zoomed into his profile picture. It was a photo of his naked torso.. no face, just body. And.. god l gulped.

“So, are you already trying to profile me?” I chuckle. “I profiled you months ago, Jimmy.” “People change.” He defends feigning offence “You didn’t.” I chirp in. “Okay then. Humour me. What’s your profile?” I duck my head and grin. This feels like my first patient. “I think that you’re a guy who feeds off humour. Maybe it’s been your way of getting out of unpleasant situations in the past.” “That’s quite an accurate profile. That’s All You’ve Looked at?”

“I think I have just what you are looking for.” A mischievous smile spreads across my face. “Oh, I need to look for an amazing picture for my profile, too. I want something that will make Brett cream his shorts, but not something too flashy that will chase the girls away. I need to be friends with both.”

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

A second later, her eyes grew wide in shock. “Ahemm..I see. Nice!..” “You should change your profile picture, it was too formal.” She was taken aback. “Umm.. okay?” Her eyes darted sideways. “Yeah, you should replace it with a more candid photo.” He said as they walked back to their line. She nodded. “Got it.” He had a point. The photo she used was the only photo inside her wallet. It was a copy of an ID picture. It really was too formal for a social media account profile picture.