Michael swallowed, his thumb hovering uncertainly over the screen. His first instinct wasn't the exam broadcast. Instead, a brief, irrational worry wormed its way into him.
"Did I… get hacked?"
The vibration didn't stop. Michael almost pocketed the phone again when another ping cut through—different from the rest. A message.
He glanced down. The sender's name made his brows rise.
Lily.
His cousin.
The message was short, just one line:
"Great one, unfollow everyone but me!"
Michael blinked.
He exhaled slowly, his thumb hesitating before tapping out a reply.
"Do you know what's happening to my account?"
The reply came almost instantly, as if Lily had been waiting for his question.
"Because you're famous, duh."
Michael's brows pinched together. His fingers tapped quickly.
"Famous? Why?"
The typing dots appeared, vanished, then returned before her answer popped up.
"You were on the broadcast today. The public one. Everyone saw you."
