Bred On Break

It was Friday, but not for long. As the minutes dragged ever-closer to midnight, Carmen cursed herself for continuing to scroll. It hadn't really been entertaining for the past hour, and yet, she continued to scroll. Her final alarm blared: 11:45 PM, telling her one final time to go the fuck to sleep, and she almost instantly turned it off.

I don't want to go to bed, she thought, swiping up like she'd done a million times before, but I do have shit to do tomorrow. She'd promised Casey that she'd meet for coffee before the two went to the mall. They did it on most Saturdays, although rarely for clothes: they did it to find hot guys. If she didn't go to bed soon, Casey would be meeting hot guys while looking like shit.