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“What?” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My stomach had bottomed out and my fingers were trembling. He took the phone from me without asking. I watched his face shift from confusion to disbelief to pure, simmering rage. “Motherfu—” He stopped himself as his jaw clenched tight. On the screen was a post from Caleb and Tara’s shared burner account. A meme. My face had been clumsily photoshopped onto a girl screaming at a cat. The caption read: “When your meds wear off and you think your ex still loves you.”

Thinking about this, he unconsciously entered the mall with a wide smile. "Hey classmate, this is Kei, since we are groupmates for the report on Thursday, I got your number from Mark, hope you don't mind?" Queshia texted using her phone pretending to be Kei. But she forgot that she have this signature text at the end of every text on her phone! His initials with a heart! "M.I. ❤" though this is also a famous initial of a fast-food chain here - Mac Ivs, it was bound to make a misunderstanding to a narcissist guy like him.

Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations. Finally, I make my way to I*******m, where I'm greeted by a flood of messages from distant cousins twice removed. There are birthday wishes, holiday greetings, and random check-ins — all from people I barely remember, let alone keep in touch with. I smile politely, typing out brief responses to each one, trying to be friendly without getting too caught up in the drama.

Deal😀 Goldie»» God, you're such a food lover😂😂😂 So why are you texting me by this time? Goldie»» Can't sleep. Aww, does little goldie need a cuddle from mama bear? Goldie»» Yes, little Goldie does😳 You're so shameless😂 Goldie»» I'm omw Right, joke all you want.

(smile emoji) Texter 1: Alright. And if you find something extra in there, I’ll give you a bonus. Texter 2: Just make sure you keep this guy away from me after this purchase and I’ll be forever grateful. PLEASE! Creepy alert! And he fucking smells (disgust emoji) Texter 1: (Laugh emoji) Fine, will do that and I’ll still give you a bonus. Alright, end the session now before Lyra arrives here. Texter 2: Got it, bro! And thanks again!

“Just Friends” Harper Lunch was loud. Too loud. And Harper was already regretting not hiding in the library. Mia nudged her tray into place beside hers with practiced ease. “You didn’t tell me he texted again last night.” Harper kept her eyes on her lukewarm pizza slice. “Because it wasn’t a big deal.” “He literally sent you a sweet meme, a song link, and a goodnight text. That’s three deals.” “It was just a meme.”

Then I logged out. I went to I*******m.. I strangely didn't want this to end... texting her was fun.. and I had no idea how to tell her I want her numbers but indirectly. I didn't have the liver to say "I want your numbers.." I was too big of a chicken to do that... I sighed and slowly typed: "Unmm... hey Kathy, I... I*******m kinda sucks, so do you like have messenger or W******p where I can text you better than now..."

she says leading me to a weight scale. She does the full check in process and I get settled in. Dr. Ramirez usually makes me wait forever. I pull out my phone and scroll though my F******k laughing at stupid memes. When a text pops up at the top of my screen I roll my eyes. The text says image and it is from an unknown number. Greatttt. I open the image and choke a little. The boobs that meet my eyes, are ones I haven't seen before and they are nice. I refocus and send a text asking for the person's name.

This way, we were able to avoid drawing suspicions to ourselves. A few hours later, I was still at my desk. My eyes were burning from looking at the computer screen for so long. A texts came on my phone and I checked to see that it was from Sara. She had sent me a funny meme. She didn’t usually do that unless she was having a unique thought in mind. I quickly typed out a response. ‘Sara…if there’s something you have to say, just go ahead.’ “Oh. What gave it away?” I rolled my eyes. ‘I know you don’t use those type of memes on a normal day so spill it.’

Who could be texting me this late at night? I glance at my cellphone and notice a few text messages. Tapping on the message app, a smiling selfie of Mario immediately pops up. However, my eyes widen in disgust as I realize the message contains a picture of an erect dick. It’s undoubtedly Mario’s, and the accompanying text reads, “See how much I miss you, Princess!” Below the gross image, there’s a video. I know I shouldn’t, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I reluctantly play it.