Page 14 of Who The Hell Are You?

I am such an arsehole.

Tugging at my nape, I open the message and the breath I was exhaling dies right in my throat.

Grace : Hi Casper, I’m sorry this is happening over text. You’re a great guy, but I’m just too busy trying to keep on top of my course load to be in a relationship right now. Once I’ve completed this term's assignments we can talk if you’d like? Leave things on good terms as friends.

The guilt twisting in my gut mocks me as I see the time stamp was almost three hours ago. Fantastic, so I’ve felt like a monster for a potential sexuality crisis when in reality I got dumped over text before it even started? Maybe I am as dense as she thinks. The polite, nice boyfriend that doesn’t even deserve a conversation in person. Groaning I face plant into my pillow, deciding that I will in fact take a nap, maybe then I’ll stop feeling like a fucking loser.

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Latenightspook: I think this account just became my new autumn pass time

Beckyboo: True dat. I’ve already WATCHED it twice this morning

Latenightspook: GRL!

Beckyboo: What? Like you haven’t. He’s fucking hot

Suzscrolls: I don’t know if I’m scared of him or how much this turned me on…

Ashlipaige: HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN!!

Maskedmanny: God I’d let him give me a necklace. I’ve been a very good boy this spooky season

Amber: Date idea? I’ll run, you don’t have to hide…

Devilish: Bitch, will you be running in his direction?

Latenightspook: I’d sit still and wait

Amber: Book girlies dream

Finalgirl9: Sidney is one lucky girl

Maskedmanny: No! Please be gay

Latenightspook: @Finalgirl9 you is fucked up.

Lanaban: *GIF of Leonardo DiCaprio biting his fist*

Beckyboo: Have you seen the views on this? He only uploaded it a few hours ago!

Latenightspook: I’m telling you, I bet he’s the trap to watch this season

Beckyboo: I wonder how loud he’d make me scream?

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Ok, so when I posted the first video on my new online hobby, I did not expect to have received hundreds of unhinged comments, ranging from harmless emojis, to women promising Satan their new borns just to lick my tattoos. I had to turn my post notifications off whilst the views climbed higher and higher, as well as the follower count that I definitely won’t complain about. This might be quicker than I thought, which tames my worries about how tangled up I’ve already become with this masked weirdo.

No, calling him weird doesn’t feel right. After getting past my confusion on why he’d shown up in the first place outside of Grace's house, I’m sort of settling into looking the other way about how creepy that might seem too. He’s not creepy, or weird, just incredibly intense with this game he’s created. Hell, what’s really fucking with my head is how potentially he could just be some guy trying to mess with me. When I posted the video last night, I’d only felt dread momentarily, until the likes and comments poured in. It wasn’t the reaction I expected, not that quickly anyway, but how feral people were for my naked body…I liked it. It puffed up my chest, and after a cold kick to my ego after being dumped via text, I welcomed the little boost. It’s incredibly annoying, this added layer of confusion. Why should I care what strangers think about me over the internet? Maybe I’m just lonely and admittedly horny, because I definitely felt a buzz the more comments I read that told me I was sexy, beautiful and hot.

After I finally pushed past my anxiety and crushing exhaustion, I napped and a small piece of clarity did come to me. If this was someone I knew joking around, surely they wouldn’t have sent me a picture of their dick in the first place. They instigated this; turning up outside the window, creating their account, goading me into making one too. The latter had been my choice, so I doubt this was a bunch of guys waiting around to see what I’d do. I thought over everyone on the team and my class mates, no one vindictive enough springing to mind and I just didn’t have any enemies like that. Apart from going to class, practice and hanging out with my friends, trying to be an available boyfriend has taken up my time lately. Granted I’d come to realise I only received scraps of her attention, but I’d been so preoccupied. I didn’t think this was someone fucking with me.

It was only now settling with me that I had a lot more time on my hands. I was single again. Em suggested we hit open mic night this Friday and started adding more events to the house calendar. Both my friends had said they were sorry to hear about Grace ending things, but I could tell they had wanted to say more. In fact the moment Em opened his mouth whilst still chewing on a piece of spaghetti, Harris had knee’d him under the table. Neither had gotten to know her very well, so it didn’t seem like a huge deal that I now found myself girlfriendless. I also didn’t feel as hurt as I thought I should be—just another confusing item to add to my list of problems. It had been a couple of days since the rejecting blow, but I felt more consumed with figuring out who my masked tormentor was and dealing with my blush over thirsty bitches in my comments.

Please sir can we have some more?

Just a friendly reminder that masktok men belong to booktok girlies.