Emery [bxb]

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I'm bored without Emery, so I talk to girls online. I'm already growing tired of Cassidy and Vanessa, even though they're total vixens. Even desperate, crazy bitch Brie is starting to look appealing because she'd be a change.

My Instagram is a chick magnet; hot girls land on the page and then they land in my bed. My bio is 🧰 🏈 👧 ⚽️ 🥅 🏋️and my profile picture is of Emery and I together in front of the cottage, my arm wrapped around him. When they're checking me out, girls pull up my profile and inevitably notice all the pictures of Emery. They always ask with varying levels of subtlety whether we're a couple, and it always makes me laugh like crazy.

The weeks pass in a flurry of girls, homework, gymming and sports. I stalk Emery's Instagram for pictures, which showcase the illustrious and prestigious affair where he's playing. His handle is @emmyem and his bio is, unsurprisingly, 🎻 📚 📖 📑 🎶 🎼 🎵. He doesn't post much, really didn't want to make an account in the first place, because he hates social media and prefers to have just a few good friends than hundreds of fake cyber ones. But I convinced him to get it.

I see he's snapped a bored bathroom selfie and posted it. Is that @brandon.roman.benson's bathroom? someone asks in the comments. He replies: I wish.

Chuckling, I comment on the post with: 💔 I miss you so much.

#bestie 💘, he replies.