"Why the fuck would Henry still be picking on Eddie? We graduated a year ago. He's just fucking childish." Beverly says before she inhales the smoke from her cigarette.
I try to keep my normally loud voice down due to an injured Eddie being asleep in my bedroom, "I have no idea. I honestly thought I'd never see him again." I state.
I hear a ping in my back pocket. I assume it's one of the losers texting me, but when I look down I see it's a notification from Instagram.
@greta_likes_them_tall_and_in_charge followed @richie.likes.milfs
"Who the hell is Greta?" I ask Beverly.
"How am I supposed to know? What's her username?" She asks.
"Greta likes them tall and in charge." I chuckle at the long username.
"Maybe she thinks you're hot." Beverly says with a shrug, "Look through her pictures."
Five hundred photos, and they all look boring.
Things like fresh-fallen snow on the ground, an avocado, a stock photo of kittens, latte foam art, some random quote from Lord of the Rings incorrectly attributed to Martin Luther King, a goat cheese salad, and a generic dead mom post.
"What is she like?" Beverly asks.
"I don't know. I'm literally just looking at a whiite woman's Instagram." I say as I mindlessly scroll through her profile.
Beverly chuckles, "Sounds boring."
You're so judgemental Richie. Really? All you do now is judge girls you don't know.
AN
Sorry for not updating in a hot minute, I've been super busy!
-GROOVYLADY
