Snitches Get Stitches Meme Novels & Stories

The biting, sarcastic voice of my fiancee, Madison Hodge, rang out once more. "Can you stop eating? I can see your double chin already. Do you seriously expect me to marry you when you look as fat and ugly as a pig? I'm warning you. If you don't get your weight down to 140 pounds, you can forget about us getting married!" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, having just gotten over the shock of hearing my cat, Furball's, thoughts.

“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.”

Stay tuned. Stay safe and be healthy -N&S (Middlebencherzz)

My voice cracked with a mix of anger and hurt, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, in a surprising twist, Jesse retrieved a greenfield snail from his pocket, placing it delicately on his neck. As he removed it, a hickey-like mark materialized, leaving me dumbfounded. Confusion mixed with my anger, and I stared at the evidence before me.

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

And then he went his separate ways. Turned out I didn’t flunk the test. Maybe by sleeping on the book, some of the knowledge seeped into my subconscious. I was in much better spirits when I went to the cafeteria to get lunch. But that soon soured when I saw how everyone was staring at me and giggling behind their hands. I hate social media. There was a meme of me slapping Neil that was trending on the internet. It was actually pretty funny. Not that I was laughing. Neil and his three buddies thought it was hilarious. Well, they were popular guys so I guess it didn’t matter to them.

I muttered, snatching my own phone and opening every app I could think of. And there it was. My name was trending and there were Videos, edits, threads, and even memes. One was a clip of a snake with my name on it. Another was Sonia’s crying face next to mine, photoshopped with devil horns. People were talking like they knew me. Like I was some manipulative abuser. Some predator.

I scrolled through the comment section and all I saw were the bitter comments. @Cocomilo: Finally, we get to see the fall of those fools! @Ajeyli: Triple A my foot. Look who's now a Triple D, suckers! I can't wait for the big news!’ @Youcancallmedaddy: I'll give someone $200 if they're able to get me the information before the poster upload it. @Callmemummy: Eat your money @Youcancallmedaddy, you look like a skeleton in your profile.

I reasoned and I immediately slapped the idea out of my head, Who snores well?! He's just gonna keep the video to torment me! Fuck! Remind me not to sleep when he's around me again!! He's such an arrogant snitchy bastard!

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.