SNAPCHAT BABE EPISODE TWO

 

SNAPCHAT BABE

A Novel

The Art of Soft Blocking

Regina was lounging on her plush sofa, her long, bare legs stretched out as she scrolled through her Snapchat messages. The AC hummed softly in the background, the only other sound coming from a TikTok video playing faintly on her bestie, Teni’s, phone.

Then she saw it.

A new message from someone named Sir Lex Billionaire.

She tapped on it.

Sir Lex Billionaire: “Regina, send me your account number.”

No “hello.” No “good evening.” Straight to the point.

Regina raised a perfectly arched brow. Men like this always thought money could buy them anything. She had seen it too many times. She turned to Teni, who was lying beside her, phone in hand, legs crossed.

“See this man.” Regina tilted her phone towards her.

Teni peeked at the screen and hissed. “Omo, na every day dem dey do this one.”

Regina smirked. “Make I send am?”

Teni shrugged. “Free money? Abeg send am.”

Regina typed her account number, sent it, and locked her phone. She didn’t think much of it. Some of these men would talk and talk but never actually send the money.

But five minutes later, Bing!

A credit alert. A big one.

Regina’s eyes widened slightly. “Teni.” She turned her phone so her friend could see the amount.

Teni sat up instantly. “Jesu! Babe, this one no come to play.”

Regina took a sip of her freshly squeezed orange juice and opened Snapchat again. Another message had come in.

Sir Lex Billionaire: “Come see me tomorrow. Let’s have a good time.”

Regina sighed. Here we go.

She didn’t even bother replying. She tapped on his profile, scrolled down, and blocked him. Just like that.

Teni burst into laughter. “Regina, you wicked!”

Regina shrugged, unfazed. “Did I tell him I was coming? Did I ask him for money?”

Teni wiped tears from her eyes, still laughing. “Omo, these men go learn one day.”

But Regina knew they never would.

Later that evening, Regina and Teni linked up with their third friend, Remi, at their usual spot—RSVP Lagos.

Remi was the only guy in their clique, a sharp dresser with a playful attitude. Unlike the men who constantly chased Regina, Remi wasn’t moved by her looks. He had known her for too long to fall for her Snapchat glam.

“You dey always show for Snap,” Remi teased as Regina adjusted her phone for another video. “But real life, na only food you sabi chop.”

Regina rolled her eyes. “And I’m still finer than all your exes.”

Teni nearly choked on her drink. “Omo! Drag am!”

Remi laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “Abeg, I no fit argue with a Snapchat babe.”

Regina smirked, flipping her curly weave over her shoulder. “Good. Now let me snap my food in peace.”

She recorded a slow video of her cocktail, her perfectly manicured fingers holding the glass, the soft restaurant lights making everything look ten times more aesthetic.

Text overlay: Soft life. No stress.

She tagged Teni and Remi before posting it.

The night was full of laughter, food, and unbothered luxury. The DMs would flood again. More men would try. More money would be sent. But Regina?

She would only respond when she felt like it.

Or never.