It’s nearly two in the morning, but I’m off work tomorrow so I’m still awake, playing online. I’m not exactly the most popular person in the world, so when my phone goes off, I assume it’s spam email or something equally uninteresting. Heat rushes to my face as I stare at the glowing phone lighting up my otherwise dark bedroom. TheFlyingJosh just followed me on Instagram. My finger hovers over the screen, aching to click on the follow button by his name. His account is private, so I can’t see anything he’s posted. It’s probably for the best. No doubt tons of thin and beautiful girls litter his page. I close out of the app without requesting to follow him. I guess there’s a slight possibility that Josh is the kind of guy who doesn’t meet all of the stereotypes of the typical popular guy. Colby Jenson is like that, after all. He’s sweet and kind and loves Maddie like crazy. But there’s a big difference when it comes to Maddie and me; she’s hot and I’m just blah.
