Want 13

Krysie ruffled her hair and huffed. Someone would knock on her door any moment by now, and here she is, only wearing her cycling shorts and red brassiere. Her mind's busy thinking about the news that Ivan had posted! Damn, he's spreading false information.

“Argh!”

She pulled her hair and sat on the bed; looking out of the window and thinking how to clean up the mess he made. She doesn't have any social media accounts and she doesn't know how to use those ones.

She groaned for the last time and dropped her body on the bed. She badly wants to choke Ivan's neck to death. What if Carson finds out about that? She's sure he will get mad. Darn this.

Her phone vibrated. Krysie immediately stood and went to see who the caller is. Gladly it was Saki. “Yes, hello?”

“Have you created an account already? Some of them are popping up on my messenger,” said Misaki.

Krysie groaned and pulled her hair; walking back and forth. “I still didn't. I don't know how to make an account or use that social site.