✴ Don't come looking for love. ✴
Jenny Harper - just an ordinary girl, who spent most of her life into changing mеn and womеn just to make them the perfect partner.
Now the 27 year old match-maker faces a challenge - the biggest bohemian in New Y...
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"Time for bed." I muttered to myself after a hard day of work.
I turn off all the lamps in the bedroom and left only the night light on the left side of the bed. Before I got under the covers, I fixed the five pillows I slept with so I could lean on them while I was looking at the social networks on my phone.
A yawn came out of my mouth as I straightened my legs and stretched out in the bed. I sighed heavily and put my reading glasses on, then took the phone in my hand. Unlocking it, the first application I opened was Instagram. I had a lot of new followers, and many new likes on my pictures. I started to scroll through the notifications to kill some time before I fall asleep. I was scrolling for a while until I found something interesting or rather a new interest follower. Clicking on the name that came out to me, Instagram took me to the profile of the so famous Justin Bieber, with whom I have had a lot of confrontation lately. His profile was followed by millions, and after spending ten minutes of my time and looking at it thoroughly, I realized that he was mostly seen with beautiful girls, and that more than half of his pictures were with women.. and if I had to be precise - the photographs were made with different females, without the face of the particular lady, more like him and their butts.
I rolled my eyes. What else could I expect from Justin Bieber? Once again, the opinion I had already built for him was confirmed. Still, while I was in his profile, I pressed the follow button. So what? Anyway, he wouldn't find out that I followed him with all those millions of followers he owned. I locked my phone and left it on a bedside table, along with my reading glasses, and then I switched off the night lamp. I settled comfortably into my bed and closed my eyes, ready to sink into a calm sleep that I had a great need at the moment.
Just when I was on the verge of falling asleep, my phone rang.
"Lord, who can be at this time?" I muttered, lifting myself to the bed and taking the phone again. Unlocking it, I saw that I got a message on Instagram. I raised a surprised eyebrow and opened the application. Rarely, no one was writing to me there, and, frankly, I was hardly using social medias. I did it mostly in the evening before I went to bed, because there was not a minute left for that over the day.
Justin Bieber: You finally appeared. Honestly, I didn't expect you to follow me.
It was the message I had received from Justin. Why did I ever think he wouldn't know I was following him?
Jenny Harper: You are obviously lucky today. I'm not a fan of social medias and I usually don't use them often.
I replied, biting my lower lip and waiting for his answer. To be honest, I don't even know why I replied. I could just have missed that brute's message, but something inside just made me answer.
