God, how can I be in this much pain andstillget horny? I’ll probably bleed out if I came now.
But I still unlock my phone. Still go to my messages. And still reply to Bastian, because apparently I’m willing to risk exsanguination to have his attention.
@lee.haven
What would we talk about, professor?
I don’t expect him to reply right away. I mean, he’s probably getting ready for his lecture. Or having breakfast with one of his many friends. Intellectuals and fashion models, members of the board, CEOs, I don’t fucking know. People he can discuss literature and politics with.
So when I see him typing a reply a few seconds later, my heart hops in my chest.
@rooke.bastian
Anything you’d like.
I bite the inside corner of my mouth as I try to come up with some witty reply, but before I can type anything, a link comes through.
What the…
Of course I tap it. I have a death wish, after all.
VibeFeed? This is one of the apps I tried to search for my video on. I guess he wants to know if I have an account so he can stalk me on there or something.
Does he really think I sit around and post selfies all day? As if.
@lee.haven
Don’t have account
And then, because I know what he’ll say, I add,
@lee.haven
No email to signup. Phone number won’t verify
There. That should put an end to?—
He’s typing.
It goes on for a while, but the pain pills haven’t kicked in yet, so I have nothing better to do than wait.
@rooke.bastian
Could just have asked.
A text message comes through, welcoming me to my VibeFeed account. I stare at it suspiciously.
@rooke.bastian
Password: my-sw33t-g!rl
I scoff. Because of course it is.
@lee.haven
Don’t need social media
@rooke.bastian
