Chapter 1She Traded Away Her Own Secret Crush

I was just scrolling, ready to call it a night, when I saw the post from the campus queen bee: [I’m three months into an online relationship and meeting him next week. What do I do if he’s a 300-pound absolute unit?]

The top-rated comment was viciously brilliant: [Gift the account and the guy to someone you hate. Let those two hot messes internally combust.]

The queen bee was thrilled with the idea and went through with it.

I shook my head, silently thanking my lucky stars that my girlfriend wasn't like that.

Not long after, I was on a sweet date with my girl when the queen bee tracked me down, pointing at my girlfriend and screeching:

"You bitch! I was supposed to be Silas Archer’s girlfriend! Hand him and that account back right now!"

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I was about to crash, but the post grabbed my attention instantly.

I recognized the poster: Madison Hale, the reigning queen bee of the whole university. Seriously, she was dating someone online?

Madison was currently melting down in the comments:

[I swear to God, he told me he was six-foot-one and looked like a Greek statue. I bought it for three solid months!]

[But I forgot to ask about his weight!]

[I had a delivery guy scope him out today. He said a giant stepped out—a mountain of a man with a belly bigger than his chest, like a walking water heater. I want to die right here just thinking about calling a water heater "Baby" for three months!]

The replies were a joke-filled disaster zone:

[When the destiny drama hits hard and you’re a total looks queen.]

[A guy gets hot for someone online and a photo drop brings him back to reality.]

Madison was clearly losing it:

[This isn’t about being messed with anymore! I’m supposed to meet this guy next week. I want to run over every single Orc on the planet!]

Huh. Funny coincidence. My girlfriend and I were also set to meet next week.

I flipped to our chat. The last message was from earlier in the evening.

X: [Headed to the lab tonight. Don't wait up for me.]

It was nearly ten now. I shot her a quick message:

Me: [Baby still swamped?]

Me: [Seriously, I just saw this post that is so messed up!]