A woman and her best friend run a fake dating account together, until the friend hijacks it for herself. Just as the deception spirals out of control, a real heir steps in and changes everything.
She turns the phone around. Then the screen lights up. Chase accepts the request. Do I know you?
I look at Sienna. She nods so hard her earrings swing, so I type back. Not yet. He doesn't answer.
He probably thinks I'm another one of the crazy ones. Fine. It's a game. So I might as well play it.
I glance at his profile picture. Black sports car, sunglasses, arms crossed. You'd look better without the sunglasses. You always this bossy?
It's just advice. Beside me, Sienna groans. Seriously? You're giving him fashion advice? I shrug. A new message pops up.
Fine. What should I wear instead? Sienna and I exchange a look. Maybe this won't be so hard after all. The next morning, the profile picture is different.
No more sunglasses. Then I start flirting with him. Morning. You coming to school today? Keeping tabs on me?
Just asking. Do you send this to every guy you meet? Only you. Chase goes quiet for a long time.
No. You don't even know who I am. I do. Varsity quarterback, number seven, senior. You come to my games?
Every single one. You just never see me. Come say hi next time. I'll save you a seat.
He starts texting first after that. He tells me about his family. He sends me pictures of his cars. The messages get longer, softer.
I tell myself it's nothing. It's a game. And I don't believe in fairy tales. Then one afternoon...
Ellie, I think I'm falling in love with you.