Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I hesitated for the briefest second, not knowing what the fuck I was doing asking about this or why I even cared, but then I quit wanting to hesitate, cursed and wiped my hands off to dig the phone out of my back pocket.
There was just some shit not worth fighting against.
“I guess I’m wiping off tables alone!” Shayla yelled out from the front of the restaurant.
“Shoot. Sorry.” Kali grabbed a rag from underneath the counter, then rolled up on her toes to get closer, holding on to the lip of the window for balance. “Her user name is HairbyShay. One word,” she whispered before hurrying off.
I looked down at the phone, not knowing what the fuck to do, then feeling eyes on me, turned my head and saw Annoying As Fuck grinning like an idiot while he motioned for me to hand it over.
“I got you,” he said. “Watch the master work.”
“Whatever.” I gave up my phone and looked out into the restaurant, watching Shayla smile at something Kali was saying.
“Dude, your shit isn’t password protected? Are you insane?”
“Who the fuck is gettin’ into that phone besides me?” I bit out. “Unless I give permission, nobody’s touchin’ my shit. What the fuck do I need a password for?”
J.R. thought for a second, then nodded his head. “Good point. You’re scary. Okay. Quick run-down.” He held the phone out and showed me what he was doing. “Here’s the app. You need a user name to get started. Once you lock one in, and don’t try taking badassmotherfuckincook ’cause that’s mine, you go up here to Add Friends by Username, and voilà. Enter that shit.”
I took my phone from him and jerked my chin, moved fast out of the kitchen, and kicked the back door open, yelling, “I’m stepping out for a smoke!”
“Ah! And by that, you mean—”
The back door shut behind me, cutting off bullshit I didn’t need pointed out to me right now.
I knew what the fuck I was doing. I was taking a smoke. And I was looking at snap chap stories or whatever the fuck they were called.
Leaning back against the building, I lit up, filled my lungs with smoke, and then clicked on the app, typing in the first username that came to mind so I could hurry this shit up.
Username.
Yeah. That would do just fine.
Remembering J.R.’s instructions, I swiped up and clicked on Add Friends by Username, typed in HairbyShay, found her, fuck yeah, and hit add. Then I just stared at the fucking thing. I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t tell me.
Shit. Why didn’t he tell me what to do next? What the fuck? I seriously hate that kid.
There was a square thing in the bottom left corner. I clicked that, then got out of it because that didn’t do a damn thing. I tried the three dots in the right corner, and there, right the fuck there, there she was.
I smoked and watched her sweet, heart-shaped face fill my screen.
She had flowers on her head and she was showing off her place and looking right at me, like she was talking to me, just like she used to. Then the video ended, and I almost smashed my phone, wanting it back and not knowing how to get it, but another one began.
I watched her like I’d never watched anything before in my life. I never felt this focused.
She had stupid shit on her face in one video, making her look like a goddamn cat, and her voice sounded weird, but who gave a fuck? She was talking, and she was smiling. And then it was her, nothing on her face and no change to her voice, just her, so fucking sweet and cute.
Those big brown eyes staring right at me. She waved and blew me a kiss.
I choked on smoke and felt my dick jerk against my zipper. Fuck.
Coughing, I flicked ash onto the pavement and pressed my knuckles to the front of my jeans. Then I took another inhale and leaned back, eyes pinching shut as I rested my head on the building and blew smoke out above me. I needed to calm down.
Goddamn it. What the fuck was I even doing with this shit?
When I looked at the screen again, it was over, and she was gone. She wasn’t talking to me anymore, and I thought good, because I knew I didn’t deserve to be watching her the way I was doing and thinking this was for me and nobody else.
Then my thumb slid on the screen, pushing past advertisements, and there she was again.
I clicked on HairbyShay, not knowing what it would do and wondering why she settled on that name instead of Shayla, but her videos started up, and I stopped wondering.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I took another hit and watched her videos again, pretending they were only for me.