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“uh yea, study date auntie, I’m currently having a study date with my friend so It’s a bit rude if I start talking while he’s right here.” “Harley, did you just say he?” Her auntie asked. “Harley Maria Anderson, can you explain- “ SHIT! She closed her eyes again, opening them right after. “Bye, Auntie, I love you.” She said quickly and ended the call jamming her phone down to the table. “Study date, eh?” Grey teased. “I didn’t know that was what this was, I would’ve come prepared.” “Just don’t start Grey.” On cue, May reached their table with Grey’s order.

he shouted once more. “What’s with the rush?” I asked him as he sat cross-legged on the grass, facing me. “Something big went viral! Haven’t you heard about the PFM Room?” “PFM Room?” Romina asked curiously. Just as Pino looked at Romina, he said, “It’s a famous chat room for donations.” “Do you mean the PeterFund Ma Room? The chatroom in South Korea?” I asked for assurance and he nodded exaggeratedly. “Why? What’s wrong?”

That's why this bitch stacie is in his fucking dm and just so happens to be friends with Violet. I take a deep breath before clearing out of I***a and then deciding on going into his Snap. I immediately click on his chats seeing all the different people in which had been talking to recently. I scroll further down his list, seeing a few female bitmojis appear in his chats. But since they're all pictures/ chats sent from a long time ago and have been unopened I don't even bother to stress myself out over it.

I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight. My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke. But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

Anyone can be in the group chat but can request solo chat rooms. I clicked accept and it worked! I don't know what I was more proud of, my UX testing or the fact that someone wanted to privately chat with me. LimberJack: hey LonelyGirl: hey! thanks again. LimberJack: wanna see if we can bang 1 out on an app? LonelyGirl: ... LimberJack: if you want dick pics I'm sure Horny4u is available to exchange names and numbers. LonelyGirl: ha! bc his thimble sized cock would be a turn on to see.

A few I can delete right off the bat because some boys are really unoriginal. I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I'd get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it. RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number. I stare at the message. Why does she want my phone number? I'm starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I'll ask. BoomChick: Are you a female?

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Two hours passed without a single text, bank notification, or even a piece of junk mail. "Phoebe, why hasn't the money come through? My phone's about to die." Keira wiped the sweat from her forehead, her voice already starting to shake. Phoebe was drenched in sweat. Her fingers trembled as she opened Babble again. Phoebe: [It's been two hours. Where's the $5 million?] However, all Babble knew how to do was string people along. Babble: [Don't be upset! I promise the money has already been sent! There might just be a slight delay.]

Jaclyn pov I, Jaclyn Dills, have never been involved in things like chatting on I*******m, but Natash always likes to talk about it. In my opinion, what's the point of chatting with strangers on I*******m? If they're friends, just call them, right? But Natash never tires of it.

Just… me. And yet, after ten minutes of scrolling through my phone and staring at the ceiling, I realized — I was bored. So, I grabbed my phone and typed into our group chat. Me: You guys doing anything today? Malik: Define “anything.” Zendaya: If it involves chaos, I’m in. Denise: Wait—are you saying what I think you’re saying? 👀 I grinned, typing quickly. Me: Come over. All of you. Within seconds, the chat exploded.