Ethan
My phone starts buzzing before Noah even finishes texting me the screenshot, message after message piling up faster than I can read them, Marcus, a couple of teammates, even a name I don't recognize from the football roster, all of them sending the same image with some variation of the same question.
I meet Noah outside the athletic complex fifteen minutes later, both of us breathless, both of us looking like we just got hit by something we should've seen coming and somehow didn't.
"How bad is it," I ask, though I've already seen enough of my own feed to know the answer.
"Bad. It's on three different accounts already, and somebody screenshotted it before the original poster took theirs down, so it's not going anywhere now even if they wanted to fix it." Noah's pacing, phone gripp
