Snitches Get Stitches Meme Novels & Stories

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

“There’s a second post going viral—a clip of Rhett holding that weird guy who tried to grab you away in the parking lot. The blogs are saying it’s your ex trying to fight for you, but Rhett wasn’t having it. Girl, people are swooning over how jealous and protective he looked!” I stare at the wall, dumbfounded. “Wait… he looks jealous?!” “Jealous and hot as hell,” she says. “He literally slammed that dude like he was defending a Stanley Cup. People are obsessed. They’re calling it ‘the alpha snatch-back’.” “What the hell!” I whisper. “Oh, and someone posted a meme of Rhett gripping that guy’s collar with the caption: ‘When your girl’s ex shows up but you’ve already been drawn naked on her can

“You and me both.” He cracked a faint grin. “Guess we make a good team. Just not the kind the school board wants.” That got a laugh out of both of us. The first real one since everything went to hell. We played another few rounds — air hockey, some racing games, even a zombie shooter. For a while, it was easy to forget that outside these neon lights, the world was picking us apart one post at a time. At one point, Jackson checked his phone again, groaning. “Dude. Someone made a meme out of Daniel getting hit.”

The top comment read, "A trucking company employee posted screenshots of an order Ms. Sadler placed to haul away the waterlogged parts. It came even before Savannah's livestream started. How was that spun into Sadler Group trying to pass off subpar goods to their business partners?" Right after that were the group chat screenshots Rachel shared. The way Jeremy and Savannah stirred up the staff in the group was exposed in full. This time, public opinion was fully on my side. "So, that's what happened! We were all duped!" "That employee is vicious!" "What a piece of trash Jeremy Saxton is! He lived off of Ms. Sadler, yet he still backstabbed her!" Suddenly, curiosity hit me. I clicked into Sav

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

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

“Relax. Just a scratch.” Vincenzo stepped in and slapped the back of his hand across Adriano’s stitches, hard enough that the sound echoed off the table. Adriano’s jaw flexed, a grunt caught in his throat, but he forced it into a grin through his teeth, “See? Barely stings.” “Barely stings, huh?” Vincenzo leaned down, dark amusement curling off every word. “Care to explain how a ‘scratch’ put you on your ass? Or are we just calling sloppy work ‘perfection’ now?”

All eyes were on us. “A snake?” Steele looked at me with a questioning look. “Yeah. If I need an escape plan to get away. Let a snake bite me and then I can spend the week in the hospital.” I clarified. “Ouch.” Steele put his hand over his heart. “You rather spend a week in the hospital than with me playing scrabble?” “Can you even spell scrabble?”

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"