Things are never what they seem...especially online...
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“No,
but he still thinks I’m a seventeen-year-old cheerleader,” Jon cackled into his
cell phone.
“What
a moron,” Vinnie laughed over the line. “What girl would ever go for a redneck?”
Jon
scrolled through Brianna Fords’ profile. Her list of friends had grown
considerably since last week after he decided to change her profile picture. It
was amazing what a bit of cleavage could do. He couldn’t believe how gullible people were. A girl like
her? Seventeen, blonde hair, big blue eyes, gymnastics star and head
cheerleader and she was single?
Not
a chance.
But
he’d made her that way. Brianna Fords was a girl of his own creation and he was
going to fool all these bastards, just like he’d been fooled all those months
ago.
“Well, she’s pretty freaking popular, I’ll tell you that,”
he said now. “You should see all the guys that messaged her.”
“Yeah,
the gamers, the losers and the creeps.”
“Once
I post my dick pic, they’ll get it.”
“And
sometimes not even then.”
Jon chuckled. “Desperation abound, my friend, especially
with Valentine’s Day right around the corner. I think I would pay to see the
looks on their faces when they find out she’s not even real.”
Ding!
Ding-ding!
“Oh,
hang on, man. Incoming messages from the redneck.”
Jon clicked on them then went very still. “Oh shit,” he
hissed.
“What?”
Vinnie said. “Dude, what did he say?”
“He
just sent me a picture.”
“Did
he send you a dick pic?” Vinnie guffawed.
“No.
I mean, yes, he sent me a picture but it’s not…it’s not of his dick.”
Vinnie scoffed in impatience. “Well, what is it?”
“The
front of my house.”
“What?
Wait, he’s there? Jon---”
The
doorbell rang.
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