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I stood in front of the mirror, taking in my appearance from the side. I compared myself to the photo on my phone of an Instagram model. She was wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra, showing off her perfectly toned abs. I lifted my shirt to see the flab of belly fat residing on my body.

I wasn't fit, and it made me sad, but the little slab of fat somehow reminded me of bacon, and lifted my mood again.

Sarah had been gone for about 6 hours, and Harry had never showed up. Maybe they had met up at the party. Why was I so disappointed? I threatened to hurt him if he came; he actually listened, for once. I should be happy.

I decided to ultimately wrap up the night, and change in to my pajamas so I could study. This was not a thought that came to my mind frequently, so I took out my books quickly.

My literature book felt so new considering that I've had it for 2 years, now. I was genuinely surprised that I had managed to keep a 2.90 GPA.

I began to read a short story that was assigned for tonight, and caught myself dozing off.

Who was I kidding? I couldn't study.

I moved my location to the bed, immediately grabbing my phone from the side table. I couldn't sleep with all the things going on in my mind.

I tapped into my messages.

I read through the conversation Harry and I had during the party yesterday. I don't know, but something about him telling "Sarah" that I'm cute made me feel something. He probably didn't mean it in the way I'm taking in, but I couldn't help it. I was smiling.

I felt like, because I've been absent of a male presence for so long, Harry had especially made my heart hurt. If I had dated a few boys, I wouldn't be so clueless on how to communicated with them.

It made me think of how jealous I was of Sarah's confidence.

I scrolled back to the original spot of our conversation. Maybe I would text him... I mean, he never showed up for this date or whatever, so it wouldn't be a sin to ask him about it... right?

I began to type:

I didn't know you were actually not com

My focus was interrupted by the new message banner appearing at the top of my screen.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: [Picture Message attached]

"What the fucking fucker sent this fucking shit, fuck," I brought a hand over my mouth, surprised that I exploded with such foul language.

It was a picture of a banana.

Let me rephrase that, it was a picture of a banana from a number I've never seen in my life, and I was very confused as to why Harry was posing right by it. It scared me.

Me: who is this

I waited a couple minutes before I received another message of the same picture, but from a different number.

Me: what the hell who r u

10 minutes passed, and I received the same photo from 20 different people. What the hell was happening?

I decided to put my phone down. Technology makes people crazy. Why was a picture of Harry and a banana necessary?

I snuggled deeper into my comforter, and started to drift my eyes to sleep when someone began to excessively knock on the door.