Not His Girl

Cassia's life is perfect. Awesome friends. Awesome hair. Awesome clothes. And -most of all - an awesome boyfriend.
But everything is about to change. It all starts with that one photo...


1. One

I am sitting in front of my laptop. Just like every other teenage girl in Bartoun High does on a Thursday evening. By evening I mean half nine at night, but with my sleeping habits it would be more accurately referred to as afternoon.

A message pops up on my screen. It's from Bea. Strange. If she wanted to talk to me, surely she would phone. I click on a picture link in the message. For ten awful seconds, I wait for it to load.

When it finally appears on my screen, I breathe a sigh of relief. Just a picture of some cute couple, going in for a kiss. Underneath, Bea has given it the caption 'CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'. I grin to myself.

That girl loves these pics too much.

Just before I close it down, something catches my eye. I recognise the faces of those two. It is then the horrible realization dawns on me the boy in that picture is my boyfriend.

The girl is sure as hell not me.

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