Chapter 1: Liam's P.O.V

Liam sat outside of school on the steps of the front yard, his thumb scrolling through Instagram. His eyes scanning everyone's post, so mainstream. He can tell no one has quite mastered the art of the Instagram post, ironic selfies and shameless food pics. He comes across Damien's latest post, it's foodgram of something Liam can barely tell if it's edible or not, he nearly scrolls past it but pauses, reading the description. He hadn't even gone through the effort to take a meaningful quote off the internet or even just use an emoji. He had typed up some story about what he had done last night, with unnecessary details that went on longer than Liam's lifespan. Liam looked up from his phone, eyeing Damien who was sauntering off to the bathrooms, probably for a smoke. His hands tucked into his pockets with his unforgettable grin waxed all over his face and his tail bobbing behind him. Liam decided that he'd stay quiet for now, but this atrocity has to be brought up eventually.

During class Liam quietly scrolled through Instagram, eyeing Damien's profile. The teacher's voice dissipating into white mist inside of his ears. Liam analysed every photo, discovering a new law that Damien had broken regarding Instagram etiquette. Nearly every photo Damien posted was stupid, unremarkable and unironic. Liam paused for a second when he had nearly reached the end of Damien's timeline, it was an older photo. From about two years ago, it was Damien and Polly at some beach. Liam eyed Damien's face, his eyes drifting to the bottom of the image. Not bad… Not a bad layout and description ratio. Liam's body tensed at the sound of the bell, nearly dropping his phone. His eyes zeroed in on Damien, he hadn't even bothered to put anything on his table for class and was standing up to leave. Liam, shovelled his things into his bag and rushed to him, gripping his phone in his hand. In a huff Liam said, "Your last post, is an outrage"

Damien blinked at him and turned around. "What?" he said.

"Your last post on Instagram, is horrifying. I took you for a pleb, but I never thought that you would ever post and write something so unremarkable"

Liam could feel his cold blood rush when Damien responded with a mere chuckle and a smirk. A typical response from him.

"I had no idea you had so much bitchiness stuck in that man-bun"

Liam stammered, subconsciously lifting his hand to his hair, "The next time you want to post something, you should consider deleting your account instead".

With that Damien stood up, brushing Liam off and leaving the room. Liam staring after him, he could feel his phone bending in his grip.

Later that evening

Liam sat at his desk, reading through a class assignment whilst drinking from a plasma juice-box and half-heartedly scrolling through Instagram, Damien's latest post instantly popping up after he refreshed the page. Liam blinked his eyes, Damien has posted an obvious thirst trap selfie of himself in what Liam gathered was his mess of a room. He was smirking at the camera, topless with only his neck and collarbones showing. Liam's eyes drifted to the description, it only had his name in it. He could feel his face redden as he read through the comments:

Polly: lol gay

Scott: this is a beautiful picture of you, you should post more of these. Much better than all the senseless violence.

Liam groaned and rubbed his hands on his face, honestly what was Damien thinking? He placed his phone face down near him, his eyes looking back at his assignment. He's just trying to get a reaction from you, how predictable. Liam flipped through his Biology textbook, his eyes blurring and moving over the words as his mind hummed. Honestly what was he thinking? Have some decency, really! He heard a beep come from his phone as the screen lit up. He paused, his eyes darting from the assignment to his phone. He tossed the juicebox into the bin, reaching for his phone and unlocking it. It was a DM from Damien.

"You didn't like the pic? Was something wrong with the description 😉"

Liam is stunned, leant back in his chair. He straightened up and walked hastily to the other end of his room before circling back and repeating the same movement. He typed a response several times before settling on:

"The picture was fine; your description still requires improvement however".

He tossed his phone onto his bed, jumping after it and burying his face into his pillows.