Chapter 1
‘thechrisdean.’ That was his username. It wasn’t the name that caught my attention—it was his display picture. Mysterious, with a mix of coldness and warmth. I couldn’t explain it, but it intrigued me. His account was private, of course. I hate how private Instagram can be, but I also love it for that exact reason.
Anyway, feeling bold (or maybe just bored), I slid into his DMs with a simple ‘Hi,’ thinking, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
At midnight, he replied: ‘Hey, do I know you?’
By then, I had already lost the excitement of my little prank, so I didn’t bother replying. Instead, I went to sleep, leaving him on read.
