Chapter 6 Back to social media?

• He woke up and tapped on the screen of his phone to wake it. The brightness from the phone screen illuminated the room briefly, displaying “5:52 AM” boldly on the screen. He got up from the bed, fixed his legs into his shoes laying by the bed, and picked up his clothes from the table in the room.
• After dinner the previous night, they had stayed up discussing late into the night. From politics to business to the weather and sports, he really missed having those moments with his parents and he was glad he got them yesterday. He opened the room door noiselessly and made his way downstairs. The whole house was dangerously quiet meaning his parents were still asleep like most people in the city. Taking careful steps, he walked towards the front door, opened it and made his way out of the house into the cold sunrise.
• The sun was still rising slowly when he entered into his car and drove out of the estate. The road was quiet and empty. Most people living in this part of the city wouldn't be awake until later in the morning. He turned on the music player in the car letting some old contemporary tunes play. He drove slowly, looking through the empty streets as he drove and thirty minutes later, he arrived at his house.
• It was about twenty minutes past six when he parked his car in his garage and made his way into the house. Today was a Friday and he wasn't to be in the office until twelve noon. He walked into his sitting room and collapsed on one of the couches. He still felt a little bit tired from the previous day. He connected his Bluetooth, playing the latest album from Torey Lanez, his favorite rapper. Out of boredom, he decided to go through social media. He logged into his Instagram account and scrolled through the home section. Different photos from different celebrities appeared on the screen as he scrolled aimlessly. He got to a particular photo and stopped. It was the photo of his ex-girlfriend. He reacted to the photo and then visited her profile. There were more pictures of her and a strange guy on different dates.
• “Good for her.” He sighed, his voice, unnecessarily angered as he exited her profile. It seems she had already moved on, less than a year after breaking his heart. After he had caught them fucking, he had angrily pounced on the guy, beating him up while she cried watching him take out his anger on her lover.
• “Why did you do this to me” he screamed at her, pulling a photo frame that hung on the wall to the ground, but she only whimpered looking at him like he was some sort of monster.
• “Fucking answer me!” he screamed and she sobbed loudly. He coiled his fists beside him as he stared at her venomously before angrily walking out and that was the last time he ever saw her again.
• He continued scrolling on the social media platform, reacting on some photos and images he loved before coming across a photo of Jenna. She was dressed in a black gown that was too short it could be mistaken for an underwear. Her face was covered in a lot of makeup that made her look so plastic and fake. He stared at the photos for a few more seconds before sighing. She was a fashion and commercial model, thanks to her dad who owned one of the biggest clothing brands in the country. She was one of those many ladies who thought that everything should be provided for them even when they were undeserving. She wasn't the best model in the city, even after being born into the modeling world, she still had to buy her way through, sometimes with money, the others, with her body. Sometime the previous year, she was accused to have slept with the director for a modeling gig she wasn't deserving of. After a series of investigations, she was found guilty and was canceled by the industry. She was currently working independently. But not for her father's brand and influence, she would have kissed her career goodbye. He exited her profile and went to his'. He loved his privacy so much, he wasn't a fan of social media. He went through his old posts. This was the first time he had logged in after abandoning the account about a year ago. During his relationship, his girlfriend used to handle his account, uploading photos of them together but since they parted, he didn't see the need to use the account, apart from today. He had over a million followers with twelve posts. Perks of being California's hottest billionaire.
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• She tossed on the bed twice before she finally woke up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hands before yawning and adjusting to the lights in the room. She hated the darkness so she loved sleeping with her bedside lights on. She lay lazily on the bed looking at the ceiling. She had a lot of time to spend doing nothing the whole day so she picked up her phone and logged in to social media.
• She was a big user of social media, spending most of her free time catching up on celebrities. She logged into Twitter and checked the trends for the day, there was none that interested her so she went back to the home section, scrolling randomly and re-tweeting some tweets that caught her attention. After spending some minutes on the app, she sighed and logged out. It wasn't one of her favorite platforms but she was somehow addicted to it. She smiled widely as she logged into her Instagram account. She had joined Instagram about a year ago out of sheer boredom but now, she was obsessed with the app. She scrolled through the home section. Different photos and videos of celebrities were displayed. She reacted on most of them before tapping on her profile. “750k followers, 200 posts, 20k following.” She smiled at the information displayed at the top of the screen.
• She had added over fifty thousand followers in the past week. She started taking the platform very seriously after she was contacted by one of the fashion brands to model for them. She had done some modeling shots but preferred to stick to blogging. After her little found fame on the platform, she decided to open a fashion and modeling blog but got frustrated with the little audience she had so she decided to dump it.
• She yawned as she dropped the phone. It was now thirty minutes past seven. She had spent over one hour on the phone. Dropping her phone on the bed, she slipped her legs into her fancy flip-flops and made her way into the bathroom to prepare for the day.