Nothing good

Lucas felt himself sober up as he scrolled through the hundreds of comments in the group whatsapp discussing his dick. God how had his life turned out like this.

"OMG, Darcy!!!! You bitch! You know noones going to date him ever now they know what hes packing, right? lol, lol #smalldickenergy."

"As far as I'm concerned, it was a public servive she did. Best to know in advance, right? #hopehesgoodatoral"

"Ouch! Hope it was cold out there."

"For his sake, I hope it was freezing."

And then someone had replied to that with s picture of a sunburned back and a caption "so cold today, lmao", which had got a bunch more laughing and damn reactions.

Sophie, the goth girl, who he shared class notes with occassionally then said,"Well, I for one feel like I don't appreciate my boyfriend enough" which started another round of agreement.

And then as everyone got drunker and egged themselves on, there was more and more insults. People comparing him to their younger siblings, throwing out nicknames, sharing edited gifs of tv and movie scenes (Ghostbusters and 'its true, this man has no dick' got a particular airing).

There was some half assed defence of him, that people needed to stop being mean and it wasn't Lucas' fault and that size didn't matter but it was drowned out by the mob. And nobody wanted to say anything too loudly in case people would assume that they too were lacking in that department.

"Oh, god," Lucas felt even sicker then he had 30 minutes ago, "my life is over."

"No, no, no," Darcy said quickly. "We can still fix this. I have a plan "