“Thanks for staying behind and helping out.” I look up from the sticky coffee table to find Willow holding a trash bag. She’s smiling at me. Which makes me feel a bit sad for her? “No big deal.” I shrug. “Yeah, well I still appreciate it.” She disappears out the front door, hair bouncing as she goes. She’s been growing it out and it reaches her shoulders now. Suits her much better than the buzz cut she used to rock. Not a...

I wiped my palms on my lap and sat a little straighter. One last scan of the room to make sure nothing too identifying was in frame. But no, it was just me, sitting on the bed with the laptop perched beside me on the duvet. It pinged. PenisBackflip, my most generous benefactor, was calling on Discord. Deep breath, too late to back out now. I clicked the green icon. “Hey you,” I chirped. A blank screen stared back at me. “...

I wake up, surrounded by warmth and softness. “You’re pinching me,” Emma whispers in my ear. My eyes blink open, remembering where I fell asleep. My best friend’s bed. Her freckled face is right in front of mine, her green gaze barely an inch away. The squishy feeling in my hand is her right breast, which I’ve been unconsciously mauling. “Sorry,” I say, not meaning it in the least. She smiles, so do I. I ease up, but don’...