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"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

If Harold used a F******k account with more than a million followers to comment on my photos, I would quickly climb to cloud nine. I will suddenly become famous. At least I will be famous in the AD company. As long as one person finds out, they will share and I will certainly be noticed, talked about. “What's your F******k name?” Harold asked. “Ah… Bella Poarch.” I honestly declare. And just a few seconds later, the notification shows a friend request from him. I touched the screen with trembling hands and accepted the invitation. Then I was even more horrified when a series of notifications displayed, Harold interacted in most of the photos he saw.

Being a sucker for punishment, I logged into my F******k next. A message from my high school friend Jessica was sitting in my inbox. We'd kept in touch through F******k since I'd moved to London. I didn't have a ton of friends on my profile and kept it pretty private. Ethan had checked it out thor- oughly and given the okay. He said that the threat was from people who already knew me, where I lived and worked, so having a F******k page wasn't going to matter either way.

Harper and Joseph were surprised at the sync so, they ended up laughing. Then, Joseph clicked on the account 'Tiger_77'. It was Theodore's account. Theodore had one million followers and was pretty famous on I*******m. Theodore's I*******m was filled with his own photos, Joshua's photo with him, photos of places and food. Joseph couldn't deny that Theodore's solo photos were like that of a model. Theodore had even modeled for some big makeup brands. Joseph was amazed. After a lot of stalking, Joseph followed Theodore's account back on I*******m.

“That’s why I’d rather consume my anger than let her marry Lord Farquad.” Linden laughed out loud in the passenger seat. Kye shook in amusement. “Let me guess. You are the ogre Shrek.” “Well, I checked his I* account.” “Stalked, you mean,” Kye said. “Whatever. He posted nothing but his half-naked ass. I mean, that guy is obsessed with his biceps—” “And he brags too much. He shows off a lot.” “Exactly,” I agreed with Linden. “I can’t see anything he posted about charities or something. If you are helping people even for the sake of publicity, he could at least support some causes. All I saw was him on the yacht with half-naked women in his arms.”

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

They were officially a couple. I think she’s even wearing Aris’ T-shirt. Is she his new flavor of the month? No matter what, they look so perfect together. I hope that Drey could forget her idiot ex! “I know I’m popular, but I don’t depend on virtual likes,” she said like she had read what was on my mind. “Believe it or not—this is my very first time doing Famebook live and to post online. If you stalked my accounts before, those were just being managed by my page and website operators, and sometimes, created by posers,” she continued.

However, he only uses his account once in a blue moon to post pictures. I don't have a F******k account, but Aiden and Arden have one each, and they're friends with almost all of our schoolmates. To be honest, I also want to create a F******k account, but I can't. You guys know, I'm being bullied at school, and if I create a F******k account and send friend requests to my classmates, they'll just reject my request. They might even tease me more about creating a F******k account.

I*******m: mahek_salvatore_ F******k: Mahek_Salvatore I would love to talk to you in person. You all are precious to me. Please don't forget to love yourself! Love, Mahek_Salvatore. ************

’ She muttered in her mind. She took her phone with one hand and read some news on-line. She didn’t want to log in to any social media but the curiosity about what was happening among her friends won. She opened F******k and ended up scrolling through a few pages. People were still talking about the bet, but it was pointless to explain what really happened that night. She took a selfie but it looked so terrible that it was hard to tell if it was really her. “That’s what happens to ‘perfect’ workaholics who don’t follow medical advice…” She signed the photo with that sentence and posted it on F******k. She wasn't worried about her imperfect image. It was more to warn others about the mistakes