Chapter 3 (Is My Facebook Lover A Junkie?)

(Joyce's POV)

A few moments later, I received a notification on my phone beside the table. Kareen peeps at me while I grab my phone to check what it was.

My expression changed as I read, "Oh how I would love to kiss every inch of you while you are wearing this seductive black dress." I let out a smile as I placed my index finger on my mouth, blushing.

Finn's comment on my earlier Face book post, which I took while wearing my black bodycon dress in the weather forecast showroom, had given me butterflies in my stomach. I rubbed my legs together to try and control my emotions as many wild thoughts came to my head with just those words.

Kareen saw the message and stared at me in agape. Her words brought me back from my wild imagination of how I wanted Finn to caress me at that moment.

"Wow, wow, wow, Joyce. Have you met this guy? I mean, it's just been two months since you've known him and now you are both playing naughty games together? "

I came back to my senses with the multiple questions Kareen threw at me.

"Kareen, you need to take a chill pill," I responded, trying to avoid the question and throwing my eyes away.

She persuaded, "You know you can't trust anyone, especially on social media."

"Actually, we've both agreed to meet up this Saturday (which was indeed true), so take a chill pill, Kareen."

"Really?" She asked, surprised.

"Yes!" I responded with a smile.

"I still don't trust him. Sending naughty messages on Face book to a lady is not a gentleman's style." Kareen concluded and sipped her smoothie through the straw.

For the next minute, I thought about what she said. Well, Kareen never liked Finn to begin with, or rather the idea that I was seductively chatting with him like crazy. She believes online relationships are a scam and the guy is just there to kidnap you or something like that.

I think she saw it in a movie and now she doesn't do online relationships anymore, not that she has done any before though. But me and Finn don't get along well with her.

I knew what I was doing was, well, wrong, but the flesh wants what it wants, and seductively chatting with Finn was actually it. He gave me goosebumps, and that made me feel alive.

I fear Kareen was right about one thing, though. It really wasn't a gentleman's style sex chatting with a lady he only knew for the space of two months and had never met.

"Oh my God, what if he was a junkie?" I thought to myself. And now Kareen has given me something to worry about.

I caught Kareen's neck turned to the table barely five feet away from us. Her glassy eyes fixated on him as she sipped her smoothie unknowingly.

At this point, her attention has been completely stolen by the famous Xavier.

Xavier, sitting with his girlfriend, with whom their relationship only started last week after she replaced his ex-girlfriend, was having a good chat with his gang members. He never zips up his varsity jacket.

"Kareen!" I called her out of her illusions. She feels embarrassed and tries to cover up the obvious.

"Oh, I wasn't doing anything," she said, avoiding eye contact.

"Babes, you're going to get hurt!" I told her bluntly. She looks up at me innocently for a moment and then stares at Xavier by the corner with puppy-dog eyes before uttering a word.

"You know, I can't help it. He's so hot and sexy." She bows while saying it, rubbing her hands together to signal shyness.

"He's a chronic playboy; obviously he would be hot!" I reminded Kareen of the reality of things while she continuously seductively stared at Xavier in the corner.

"He's a playboy, yes. Do I still want him? Yes. I mean, even if it's a one-night stand, I would be so happy to offer my body to his warm arms," Kareen spoke passionately while caressing herself as she lost herself in her imagination.

I roll my eyes. I could relate with such tempting pleasure as Finn had made me feel so a dozen times. Still, I couldn't let my friend get hurt by being dumped like a used period pad after being used for a week or two.

I folded my hands and teasingly asked her, "Oh, so you have a crush on Playboys now, huh?"

"Only if his name is Xavier," she responded, placing her hands on her chin while staring at Xavier.

Kareen has had a crush on Xavier since our second year on campus, and now we are in our final year. At first, no one would have taught a techie would fall for a playboy, not even herself, but I guess this one took everyone by surprise.

He'd never noticed her, possibly because she wore oversized clothes despite being chubby. She has tried to make a move but ends up aborting when she remembers they are in a completely different world.

He parties a lot. She codes a lot (she is studying computer science on campus). Karen has seen him replace dozens of girls in a matter of a week or two, and he has never had a relationship that lasted up to a month while still crushing on him.

The funny part is that girls don't mind because they get to date the most popular guy on campus. I personally won't allow Kareen to be in a toxic relationship like that, and now all she wished for was nothing but a one-night stand.

So yeah, we were both doing the wrong thing. I was sex chatting with a total stranger. I didn't know his full name, but he knew my weaknesses. In her own case she wanted a one-night stand with a chronic playboy.

I love Kareen. We've been best friends since day one on campus. I could still vividly remember that she was the one who helped me when I tripped on my shoelace.

Then, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I gasped as I turned to look at who it was.

"Lectures start now," Peter said, spooking me by surprise.

Kareen gave me a smooch on my cheeks and a hug as I departed for my morning lectures. We were offering different courses, so sometimes we didn't go to lectures at the same time.

I find myself lost in my thoughts again as the lecturer teaches. Kareen had me worried about the true identity of Finn. I had imagined this passionate guy who is a sex educator because, honestly, I get lost in his words, but now I slowly lose the idea of what I taught him to be.

I mean, someone who knows the weaknesses of a woman can easily pass off as a playboy. 'Oh no, a playboy?' I clutched my phone in my hands tightly as the thought gave a shiver down my body.

That would mean me and Kareen are in the same boat. On the other hand, he could be a junkie addicted to drugs, living in his mother's basement while texting random girls online with creepy wild messages.

Even after all this, I couldn't help but fall victim to his alluring words. At this point, I looked at the lecturer to see if his attention was fixed in my direction as I turned on my phone.

What was I doing distracting myself and getting all anxious like this during lectures? I don't know. I had a second thought but pushed forward regardless, scrolling through my phone.

I gasped for breath at what I saw next. More than half of which are hot females, are on his friends list, including both celebs and a few models. I was on his Face book profile, and my mood changed.

My curiosity had led me into more curiosity as I sat in the lecture hall. Could he really be that guy that goes around wooing anything under a skirt? That means I was nothing special; I was just another of his puppets. So I thought to myself.

I knew I couldn't jump into conclusions. We had planned on meeting for the first time since we started this 'online romance.' I would have the opportunity to question and get to know him.

Peter poked me by my right arm to snap me out of my phone. He was seated beside me as we were both studying the same course (mass communication).

I placed my phone down as he gave me a disappointed face. I lean on the desk, placing both my hands on my chin for support as I try to concentrate on the rest of the journalism class.