All Chapters of The Boyfriend App : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Prom had the makings of a good memory, not only for the yearbook but in the minds of the graduating class and the batch that was next in line. That was all Kate and Dion ever hoped for. All their efforts hadn’t been in vain. The decorations were spot on. Everyone oohed and ahhed and felt like they had been transported to a futuristic dance club with giant robots and mobile phones, and the rented laser lights and special effect smoke enhanced the effect. Dion as the overall planner and her mom as the official caterer had superb taste. By 6 PM, the other students started arriving. Many dresses also complemented the backdrop. There was one with a reinforced neckline, a UV reactive print and a cage skirt; there was a bodycon dress with a rubber circuit design and a cute space age dress with a hooped style hem. The anime geeks found self-expression in donning wigs instead of making the arduous and expensive trip to the hair salon. There was a geometric hairdo, layers, a deep undercut and

“Ecto wrote the poem,” Dion confessed. “Everything was his idea. He called me on my mobile and explained that he wouldn’t be able to come to prom. He knew it meant a lot to you so he convinced me to take you and show you a good time. In return, he promised that he and his frat brothers would take care of me when I moved to State U.” Kate felt the same sadness she felt in the girls’ bathroom two weeks ago. It was a sadness akin to panic. There was a pounding and rushing noise in her ears and it felt as though all the lights and the shadows were closing in on her. “I’m sorry, Kate. You’re a really great girl and any man would be lucky to have you as his GF. But it’s the same reason I never asked you out. I consulted my algorithms several times but we’re just not compatible. I didn’t want to waste our time trying to build a relationship that’s bound to fail.” Upon those words, Kate lost her composure and couldn’t keep up the charade. She just couldn’t anymore. She gasped and ran back

“Give it up, Josh,” Terra said in a calm voice. “It’s over.” Kate was hugging his arm and standing behind him. He looked very different from the last time she saw him. She thought it was likely because he was stark naked and stringy then and he was wearing a tailored suit now. Bernadette held Josh back by the arm and whispered something in his ear. She looked like she was ready to back out of whatever serious heap of trouble Josh was getting himself into, but Josh shoved her away. “Who’s gonna make me?” Josh asked Terra. “You and what army?” Terra pointed over their heads and a small spot became bigger and bigger as it hovered closer. It emitted a small noise, just a muted whir, and had blinking lights like a UFO. It then shone a powerful beam that bathed the scene. “The Internet army. That drone is equipped with a camera and is uploading and broadcasting on the Internet as we speak. So make the right choice, Josh.” “You’re bluffing,” Josh said but with just a tinge of uncertai

“KATEYYYYYYYYYY!” Ecto gasped awake and sat upright. Very unfamiliar surroundings greeted his eyes. He put his head on a swivel surveying everything. Of course metaphorically, not like an owl or anything. “Where am I?” he asked himself. “Is this… heaven?” That was illogical. If this was heaven, then he was dead, and that would be as lonely as it was illogical because he hadn’t experienced living yet and here he was already dead. But the heaven impression had something to do with the place being completely white. Immaculate white. As far as he could see in all directions. He tried to access the My Dream Boyfriend app mentally like he always did but this time, shockingly, he couldn’t. It was like he was having a literal mental block. He sensed he was disconnected from everyone and everything, too, like an island surrounded by a sea of copper, which prevented all electromagnetic radiation and cut out all forms of signals including even radio. It was a strange, unprecedented sensati

{Picture an epic medieval battle where the heavens grow dark with the shafts of thousands of arrows. Throw in several fireballs from mangonels, ballistae, onagers and trebuchets; the trails and billows of their smoke soot-black against the sapphire sky. If you forget for a moment the kind of damage all that does to the ozone layer, you might come to appreciate mankind’s ingenuity and budding knowledge of chemical warfare in the crafting of such engines of destruction.} … Nah. I think my helmet’s too tight and it’s squeezing all the digital blood from my digital head. Hi, everyone! It’s me: Ecto. Your super-handsome, all-time fave chatbot. Sorry. I know it’s hard for you to recognize me in this 60-pound suit of full plate gothic armor, complete with visor and two oversized broadswords that look like they weigh a ton but I can swing like baseball bats. You’ve got to love computer magic (and flawed game logic). I also have this personalized breastplate. As you can see here on the c