you don't have to say what you did; I already know, I found out from him

[psychoenough]

This dinner comes as the direct result of momentary insanity on Annie's part. (Perhaps impulsiveness is a better term for it, but where she's concerned, the two often go hand in hand.) She is, for the most part, a realistic girl, one who had no expectations of winning much at all during Casino Night, let alone enough to partake in the auction. As

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[zuckered]

I'm not gonna lie. There was a part of me that felt vindicated when I learned that the person who had won the dinner with me was a friend of Wardo's. Vindication might be a funny thing to feel under such circumstances (why would I be vindicated? I'm not a stickler about gambling), but it's the only accurate description. And when he told me to play nice, a part of me was tempted to do anything but, because I never consciously agreed to all of this in the first place.

However, strangely, I listen. Wardo forces a decent shirt on me, although I argue my way out of slacks and a tie, because the island is still humidity central. Then suddenly, I'm ready to go out on a "date."Knowing that the girl who won a dinner with him is a close friend of Wardo's is enough cause for initial concern for Mark. He's heard the explanation from Wardo before, that upon arriving to the island, he was upset. Had just lived through their final personal altercation, before they brought in lawyers, before years passed, and so turned to friends for support. If

[psychoenough]

Mark Zuckerberg just said her name. He said her name aloud, it came from his lips for all to hear (that there are only so many people within hearing distance is not of importance). For a terrifying moment, Annie thinks she might faint where she stands. Would he catch her? Then not only would Mark Zuckerberg have said her name out loud, but he would have caught her when she fainted as well. But she remains standing, thankfully, breathing deeply and slowly becoming more and more aware of the fact that she must look like a deep caught in the headlights

[zuckered]

Facing a myriad of responses from fans and haters alike isn't new to Mark Zuckerberg. What started off as a couple of pretty shrewd groupies- truly, they climbed on that bandwagon pretty early, and had the girls been more compatible with either Mark or Wardo, who knows where they'd be today- quickly blossomed to practically an entire culture, with people inventing applications for facebook, trying to secure themselves the next big hit. Mark could remember certain applications being especially popular. The Honesty Box, for one, which was more or less just a way for people to anonymously send messages to their facebook friends, meant to be used for confessions or other such things. (To Mark, it felt a little high school- but then again, what college student didn't yearn for things from high school, now and again?) Mark's used to receiving angry letters about the lack of privacy on facebook (although really, how stupid can people get, when the settings say that they default to all of one's friends seeing photos, why does it surprise them

[psychoenough]

Confused, Annie's eyes widen, her expression one of sheer panic. In the back of her mind, a stronger, less impressionable version of her begs to stop with the flattery, to take a seat and embark on the intended interrogation, but 99.9% of her is still halted in shock. The moment extends, as such moments are wont to do, drawing out that sense of alarm until she knows of no option but to turn and run. He speaks again just in time, and she crumples into her seat quietly. Beginning to feel dizzy and lightheaded, only then does Annie realize she still hasn't stopped to breath, and promptly inhales a great gust of oxygen