Calvin
“What are you looking at?" Schuyler asks, pointing to my phone as we enter her bungalow.
“Promise you won't get mad?" I prompt, hiding my screen from her view.
“I'll try to keep an open mind," she states, raising her brow.
“I created an i********: account for--" I point to her still swollen cheek. “I posted the pictures I took of 'Mo.' The guys added some comments, and believe it or not, @MoDoesMexico now has over 200 followers."
“No way. My bug bite has 200 followers?" She smiles at me before glancing at the feed on my phone. “I should be mad that you created this account." She gives me a small glare, but it's half-hearted. She scrolls to the top of the feed, looks at my posted photos in order and all the comments. “How did you guys come up with all of this? You're creative––y
