TInder's a scam

It was late when my phone screen wakes up. Obviously I was still awake, mixing my songs. Glancing at my screen I saw a tinder notification. I rolled my eyes. This whole thing was dumb. Not too long ago, Jesse had practically ambushed me talking about how I needed to have my own life without him, suddenly claiming that I had no other friends in my life besides him.

"What's your body count?" He had suddenly asked, making my brows furrow. What?!

"It's none of your business" I countered.

He remained quiet for a moment then nodded. "Judging by how defensive you just got, I can assume it's not very many." He then adds, "But lucky for you women also find inexperience sexy!"

I quickly yanked off one of my shoes and threw it at him, aiming at his head but I somehow missed.

Next thing you know he's downloading Tinder onto my phone, saying everyone had it and that I was bound to get laid this weekend. I rolled my eyes. "You're such a guy. What does hooking up have to do with me making FRIENDS??" It had been mere seconds and he was already straying away from his point. 

He shook his head, watching the download. "It doesn't. But your 'leave me alone don't talk to me' act is going to make it hard to make friends. But you're hot Beca. You could hook up with the hottest girls in town and get me in into VIP clubs."

He looked serious. I blinked. It's all I could do. This man was pimping me out for popularity and party fun??

"It'll be great now come on, hair down," he prompted. We stared at each other in silence and eventually I gave up. I knew how persistent this dog could be. Better to just get it over with now, right?

I sighed and pulled off my beanie, letting my natural waves free. I stared at him unamused while he gave my hair a brief comb through with his hands. I wasn't fond of it, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. He took a couple steps back, looking at me as if I was a damned trophy of his and he was proud.

"Smile."

....

He spoke again when my face didn't change.

"Beca don't look like the grumpy cat. Smile," he said holding my phone up. I sighed for probably the thousandth time that day and shifted the curves of my lips into a subtle smile.

"See, beautiful. You should start taking more pictures Becs. There's barely any on here," he said still on my phone.

"What are you doing??"

"I'm setting up a photo queue Beca. You can't have just one. That's boring."

I went and tried to snatch my phone back from him but he was too fast and moved it out of my reach. "Asshole," I mumbled.

"Hobbies. Mixing tracks..sleeping..being grumpy."

I rolled my eyes mumbling that I hated him, walking out of MY room.

I had planned to delete it after he left, but I knew that would only prove his points. Whatever they were. I could socialize if I wanted to. I'm not damned to be alone forever and I can make friends whenever I wanted to. He is NOT the only person in my social life. 

***

Another notification got my attention, but from my email this time, the tinder notification still sitting. I hadn't looked at the scamming app yet. It was probably full of bots and pervy men catfishing. I told myself earlier I didn't care and got lost in my music for a couple of hours until now, when I'd seen my phone screen wake up. He probably chose the worst pictures. And the messages were probably just people telling me I look like a troll. I picked my phone up with a sigh, eyeing the Tinder icon for at least a minute I don't know why.