Page 9 of The Alternate Captain
Bettsy catches my eyes before I can turn away, his face set in a deep frown, as if he’s been told Santa wasn’t coming. “Fine,” I sigh. Then, readying my voice, I shout into the room. “Anyone up for a game of poker?”
After wandering through thecity for the past hour, I return to my brother’s apartment, letting the tears flow as soon as the door is closed.
I don’t even bother to turn the light on, hiding my shame in the darkness of the empty hallway. I slump down to the floor and hug my knees to my chest, letting go completely. How many hours did I spend talking to him? Or her. It could literally be anyone.
Through blurry eyes, I download the app again, carefully tapping in my username and password, sighing with relief when the conversation history loads. There must be something here showing this guy is a fraud.
I spend ages scrolling right to the top, to the start of our conversation, based on a post I’d put up. It had been a desperate plea after receiving my sixth dick pic of the day. I should’ve deleted the app right then.
“Are guys only on here for one thing?”
Him
No, we’re not.
Me
I’ve had so many dick pics today and I’m not okay!
Him
I can safely say I’ve never sent a dick pic in my entire life.
Me
Ha. Well, that’s actually refreshing to hear.
Him
Granted, I don’t know the etiquette of this app yet. It’s my first time.
Me
I definitely wouldn’t go around telling people that. People will take advantage of you.
Him
Like penis related advantage?
Me
Exactly that. What are you here for, then?
Him
Honestly, I don’t know. Conversation,I guess. You?
Me
Same. Obviously, it’s not been a success. I’m close to uninstalling.
Him
But I have so much to offer.
Me
Oh God, you’re going to send me a dick pic now, aren’t you?
