Texts from Tomorrow — Episode 1

An app had been making the rounds online lately, one that let you text your future Right before the fine fur of the SETs, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and fired off a message. Future me, do I end up marrying Liam Tinsley? The screen flickered, and a reply from an unknown number popped up almost instantly.

Yes, you had a big, grand wedding. I clutched my phone and typed back fast. And Mia Thompson was my maid of honor, right? right? She's my best friend. The response came just as quickly. She was. But she wasn't just

the maid of honor. She slept with Liam on your wedding night. My smile froze mid-expression. Then a second message hit. Truth is, you didn't need to go through all that trouble tanking your scores just to match his. He bombed the math section on purpose, so he could end up in the same city as Mia, who was at the bottom of the class. He pushed you to turn down that

topper university not for your sake but because he didn't want mia to feel inferior next to your grave the pre-exam warning bell cut through the air but i was frozen my body ice cold unable to move one last message slammed into the entry screen if you don't believe me head straight to the motel behind the school after we pass you'll see the food for yourself

hand over your phone i mechanically powered mine down and dropped it into the storage bag on the