C2 Too Good to be True

ODESSA

I walking to my car after my shift when my phone pings with a message, I pull it out to find a notification from black book.

After unlocking it shows, I have 2messages from Liam Griffith, I don’t know why the name sounds familiar but it does.

I click his name to find a picture of a tanned shirtless boy eating M&M’s as someone behind him drills the side of his stomach. Below it says:

Liam Griffith: I’m more of an M&M’s guy, how do you feel about nuts?

I’m confused on what he’s talking about till I see the message above, which is from me?

“What hell?!” I nearly drop my phone.

When did I even message him? Why did I message him?

I look at the picture again to see he has golden blonde messy hair covered by a black beanie and light grey eyes that resemble an ice blue you can only see in Huskies.

He’s shirtless so his dark jeans and the band of his briefs are in display along with the tattoos on his arms, chest and 6pack abdomen.

I can’t see his full face because part of it is covered by a packet of M&M’s but his sharp features shine through as he sticks his tongue out to show me the candy on his tongue.

“Have a nice night Vecker,” Jessie the other waiter is walking to her boyfriend’s car.

“You too,” I push my phone into the pocket of my coat and open my door.

I try to retrace how or why I sent Liam a message on the drive home and all fingers point to Jessica, she must be playing a joke on me.

I doubt even this Liam Griffith person is really the real one because as I pass the school campus, I see a large picture of the real Liam Griffith holding a basketball on the side of a building.

Basketball Champion are the words under his name.

I knew he was familiar, his picture is on several posters around school and I think he’s really big on the sport scene and girl scene.

What I do know about him is that he’s a notorious playboy and even has the bunny tattoo on the side of wrist.

“Jess texted, she’s spending the night with that loser director so it’s just us for self-care night.” America greets as I walk through the door already picking out face masks.

We try to have self-care night every Thursday to prepare our bodies and skin for the alcohol we are bound to consume through the weekend.

It’s honestly just an excuse to spend time together and gossip since we’re all so busy during the week.

“I’ll go change and wash my face,” I toss my keys on the bowl by the door and head upstairs.

It’s no coincidence Jessica is not home the night this Liam person decides to reply to my message, this must be her way of trying to get me laid again.

I bet she even got her drama friends to create the profile and reply to me after she messaged the profile with mine.

After a quick shower, I change into grey sleeping shorts and baggy T-shirt and join America in the living room where we’re watching The Big Bang Theory.

“I’m doing the panda tonight,” she rips the mask open as I grab a slice of pizza.

“I’m feeling a little tigress,” she slides masks to me.

We’re catching up and laughing when my phone pings again an hour later with a message from Liam.

Liam Griffith: Living me on read? I’m starting to think you didn’t mean to message me before.

Me: I didn’t. What do you want?

Liam Griffith: Ouch but you didn’t answer my question, how do you feel about nuts?

Me: And you didn’t answer mine.

Liam Griffith: I’d love to taste the rainbow.

I can’t help but laugh a little.

“Who are you texting?” America’s voice brings me back, “don’t tell me it’s a boy.”

“It is actually, he’s funny.” I show her my screen as she hands me a cup of cocoa.

“Ouu, he’s cute.” She shows me the profile picture which is a selfie of him smiling in a blue hoodie with a snapback and headphones over his head.

I admit, I already stalked him and the real Liam Griffith is really attractive.

Natural medium long blonde hair, grey eyes, a sharp jawline, perfect teeth with fang like molars on the side and a body full of moles and tattoos.

He could be a model or famous actor because even though he looks skinny, thanks to a few shirtless pictures on his page I now know how ripped and toned he really is.

“Of course you think so, look at the name on top.” I add a clear coat to my freshly cut nails.

“Holly sh*t Liam?! You’re talking to thee Liam Griffith!” Her eyes nearly bug out making me laugh, “you lucky b*tch.”

“Yeah right, don’t you think it’s too good to be true?” I blow air on my fingers, “his profile has less than 10pictures but it says he’s a junior like us.”

“Maybe he’s not into social media” she looks up from my phone. “I don’t know why you act like some heinous beast, your gorgeous girl so of course a hot guy would dm you.”

I grab my phone, “I don’t know Mecca—”

“—you have a banging body and though they’re B-cups you have good rack too.” I have to laugh, “I even think you’re out of his league.”

“Me?” I point at my b-cups.

“He might be totally gorgeous but you’re beautiful, smart, talented and loaded. You’re the whole package babe, own it.” America bumps my shoulder with a smile.

“But—”

“—its just talking, I say have fun because you have nothing to lose.” She interjects before I could talk.

Maybe she’s right, it is just talking so its harmless.

Feeling hyped from my talk with America, I pick up my phone as she starts painting her toenails.

Me: I’m allergic to nuts actually.

Me: And was someone drilling your back?

Liam’s reply though mine took 10minutes is almost instantly.

Liam Griffith: Noted and I was getting a tattoo on the side of my torso.

Me: Really? That’s so cool actually.

Liam Griffith: Thanks, do you have any?

Me: Just this.

I send a picture of the crown shaped birthmark behind my shoulder that America helps take a picture of.

Liam Griffith: Sexy, is it supposed to be a crown?

Me: Yes, it’s my twin mark.

Liam Griffith: Wait you’re a twin too? Like there’s someone out there that looks exactly like you?

Me: I wouldn’t say my brother looks like me but yeah, he’s my twin. He’s older by 6minutes but I’m an inch taller even though he’d never admit it.

Liam Griffith: Sh*t Odessa, you’re more interesting than I thought.

Me: Actually, everyone calls me Vecker or Odie since they can’t pronounce Odessa the Russian way.

Liam Griffith: You’re Russian? (shocked emoji).

Me: Lived in Tomsk till I was 8 actually (cool emoji).

Liam Griffith: Damn Vecker, I think you just became my new best friend.

I smile at my phone when I see his reply, I know I might be over sharing but I’m giving up what I assume is public knowledge of me.

I expect this catfish’s interest in me to fizzle out with time so I’m not worried about him.