July 4th, 2024

2:04 PM

After more asking around I finally managed to get in touch with someone who actually interacted with Bishop before he left. Robert Hawthorne, the guy who had bought Bishop’s desktop computer off him for a ‘steal’. Whatever the fuck that meant. I wasn’t very tech-savvy, but I guess Bishop got ripped off or something. Typical, really.

“Oh yeah, the little guy lives one floor up so I can hear him whacking it at night. Made me very curious why he didn’t want to sell the hard drive along with it, but I think the guy’s a freak. Probably into Futanari if I had to guess.”

I didn’t know what the fuck that was, and the smell of this retard’s room was enough to make me puke, but I was resolved to get something out of this visit. At this point I wasn’t picky about what the little idiot was up to.

Shifting in his seat, Robert lifted his glasses from his fat nose and looked up at me. “So… is it true?” he asked me, making me scrunch up my own nose in response. “What are you on about? Is what true?”

He looked around a bit, as if he was about to step over a line. I shuddered internally at what he could possibly be talking about. “Y’know… were you and Browne dating or something? Was it an open relationship? I can tell you get around… how does 50 bucks soun-”

I cleared my throat. Loudly. “Look,” I started, really having to hold back from shattering his pathetic ego, “I just need one thing from you, Robert. Can you somehow find his search history? Anything digital telling about where he might have gone? It would be very helpful in finding him. I’m not here to waste your time, and this does involve a missing person, so the sooner the better.”

Robert looked somewhat berated. I had a mind to punch him in the face and kick his balls– if he had any, but that could come after. Right now as much as the smell of swamp ass and cum rags was threatening to make me hurl, I did need to pursue all avenues of investigation. On the bright side, there was no fucking way it could get worse than dealing with this failed abortion of a man.

“Yeah, sure… the short answer is that I can’t find his search history without the hard drive. But that’s not the only way to find out what he’s been up to. If I can hack into his accounts on social media or whatever then we could probably get somewhere. You’d be surprised how easy it is to get someone’s information online if you know where to look.”

I quirked an eyebrow at his ugly face. “And is that something you could do?”

Robert’s disgusting, plaque covered teeth revealed a repulsive grin. “For a price…”

I narrowed my eyes, daring him to ask for it. Who knows? He might grow some manners if he lost an eye. Sheepishly, he winced before muttering, ”Say… a hundred bucks…?”

I whipped out my wallet and practically slapped the bills on his dirty desk, then added an additional 20. “Keep the change. Might need to buy some fucking soap one day.”

His sneer told of annoyance, but this was just business. If he couldn’t come up with anything, I had more than a few ways to get rid of someone like this loser. Bishop felt the sting of my barbs, but that was nothing. I could be a ruthless bitch if I wanted to. My mistake was letting my anger loose on someone who didn’t deserve it.

Truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood for fucking around anymore. Leaving the disgusting unit of Robert the fatass, I continued to pursue the Uber route. Despite days of searching, I hadn’t found Bishop’s driver. Having blown over a hundred bucks moments ago I was getting somewhat strapped for cash, and I didn’t want to bother my parents unless I absolutely had to.

After receiving a call earlier, I learned Bishop’s parents had found their PI to start searching for him yesterday. I could only hope that bore fruit somehow, but I wasn’t about to sit and wait when I could be doing something, too.

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Back at my place, Jordan had come by to check in on me. I was more than happy to see she still wanted to talk to me despite how much I’d changed recently. She seemed to get on board with it in spite of everything going on.

“Any updates on the Bishop situation?” Jordan asked.

“I might have found a new lead, but only time will tell…”

I’d known Jordan since we were little. She understood me far better than most others at the college, but I could feel the slight tension in the air. She was supportive of me, she always had been, but at the same time she knew how bad this was for my nerves. Turns out constantly being on edge all the time makes you annoying to be around.

“Okay Cordie, but you know you can still hang out with us, right? It’s been a while since you joined us at the cafeteria…”

Actually, It hadn’t even been half a week since I abstained from our group, but I could see the worry in a possible precedent I was beginning to set, and it hurt seeing her worry about me like this. I wanted to hug Jordan and join her because I knew the only reason she hung out with the gang was pretty much just me. I was her number one, and she was mine.

A few times, she actually joked about how me being pushy with Bishop, trying to be a friend, felt like I was cheating on her. Silly girl, but that’s my Jordan. I couldn’t blame her, she was just trying to help in her own way, however, I knew she had no stake further than me when it came to this. My toiling and hair pulling was the only thing she wanted to resolve. She didn’t care if Bishop disappeared forever.

She didn’t have to. This was my fault, and I would resolve it. It was that simple.

“I’ll join you guys eventually, don’t worry. I’m just really focused on other things right now,” was my response. It was all I could promise.

She put her cinnamon hand over my milky white and gently squeezed. I was grateful for Jordan. She was irreplaceable, but she wasn’t the only one. All I could feel was relief that it was just Bishop, as horrible as that sounded. It made me take it all the more seriously, because once he was safe and sound, I would slap him across the fucking face and tell Jordan all about it.

I would tell her about how disgusting Robert’s room was, about how he’s a filthy jerk-off and how Bishop’s hard drive missing was suspicious. I wanted to tease Bishop about it already. I’d ask him, “What do you have in that fucking thing that you need to hide away, huh?”

How I wanted to see him squirm and look away in sheer guilt at what I was insinuating. But more than anything, I wanted to hug him, the same way Jordan was hugging me now. Friends don’t let friends suffer alone. If you do, then you’re not friends.

“Just make sure you don’t lose sleep over this, okay Cordie?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I told her, and winked.

She lightly punched my arm, a pout on her face.

***

July 5th, 2024

12:03 PM

Yesterday was rather stressful, but with renewed vigor, I prepared to go check in on Robert’s progress, if he had made any, and hopefully get a move on. Giving someone like him my number would have been one of the stupidest things I could have done, after all. The last thing I wanted for a guy like that to think was that I had any interest in him.

Knocking twice, I heard some shuffling before a loud thud sounded out.

“Uh… hello?!” I asked.

“Y-Yeah! One second!” Robert’s voice replied, somewhat hurried.

I waited several moments and heard some shuffling and rustling before his door opened and the disgustingly thick musk hit my nose like a when a skunk sprays on a too curious dog. I nearly puked right then and there.

“Huurk! What the fuck is that smell?!? Holy shit…!” I had to turn away at the repulsive wafting that came my way before glaring up at the bastard with both hands on my nose. “Have you even found anything yet?”

I couldn’t help myself. It was that bad. Squinting, I noticed out of the corner of my eyes evidence most foul. Robert was wearing shorts with crusty stains on them. The proof of his sins made me instantly want to run away from such a fucking specimen screaming in horror, but I stood my ground…

“Uh… yeah, about that. Bishop doesn’t have any social media accounts.”

I looked up at his ugly face, still keeping both hands to my nose. “What do you mean? I thought you said you could find something!”

Robert shook his head. “Well that only really works when I know his online accounts and shit, but he has nothing! Dude’s a fuckin’ ghost! Doesn’t even use Facebook or Instagram. Nothing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, what about his Google account or whatever? Couldn’t you see what he’s up to on that? Maybe he uses chrome? Hell, even he has to have an email account or two.”

The fatass thought about that for a moment before he nodded and told me he would keep looking into it. It was extremely frustrating that I had to personally come to give him that idea. How stupid was this guy? But in all likelihood, Robert was probably just being a lazy bastard. Not to mention I pretty much caught him jerking off in his room…

Walking away feeling the onset of a migraine, I really started to wonder if this was even worth it. I told Bishop I thought he was the biggest loser on campus, but I’ve honestly changed my mind.

Robert takes the cake… and eats it, too…