Catfish: Body Double Edition

I was a goody two-shoes. I was sweet and soft-spoken, polite and careful with money, the kind of person who read a lot and knew how to behave. I always looked bright and cheerful, and I worked hard at my studies.

Yeah, right. That was just the role I played in front of my older relatives.

The real me was a completely different story.

I was rebellious and sharp-tongued, with a wild streak, a calculating side, and a long memory for grudges. And I wasn't someone people could push around.

I also had a strong desire in every sense of the word.

After I took the SATs, I spent every day glued to my phone, scrolling through good-looking guys. Whether it was lean jocks, sunshiney golden-retriever guys, or cold, off-limits upperclassmen, I hit like and saved every single one.

The more I scrolled, the more excited I felt and the more restless I became.

So, I started dating a hot guy online named Logan Wright. He was one year older than me and was currently in college.

He was about six feet tall, with squared-off shoulders and a really broad chest. He also had washboard abs. The most important thing was that he was eight inches down there.

At first, I didn't believe him at all, not until he sent me a photo of the real thing. To be honest, I started wondering if he'd eaten too many GMOs for it to end up that ridiculous.

Either way, I had somehow managed to land a guy like that. I was stupidly lucky in bed.

To my surprise, Logan turned out to be an upperclassman at the same college as me. It made me feel like the two of us were meant to be.

But he didn't know any of it yet. I hadn't told him because I wanted to surprise him when school started. To keep things mysterious, I hadn't sent him a single picture of my face.

Logan got upset about it and said I wasn't being truthful with him. On the phone, his voice sounded quiet and down.

His hometown was in the next city over, less than half an hour away by train. After debating it for a while, I decided to go meet him in person.

To make me feel safe, Logan kept me in the loop about everything. He even texted me where he and his friends were eating, so I didn't have to fish for answers.

I followed the directions on my phone and easily found the barbecue place they were at. It was a barbecue place with a ton of tables set up by the street, and I spotted Logan right away.

He looked even better in person than he did in his pictures.

It was the middle of summer, and even the breeze felt hot. When it hit my face, my cheeks only burned more. I took a breath and was about to step forward.

Then, Logan slammed his glass on the table and sneered. "So what if her voice is nice? If she won't even send a picture, she's probably ugly as hell."

I stopped cold, and the heat drained out of my face.

Logan continued, "It was never serious between us. If the hottest girl on campus hadn't turned me down and I hadn't been bored out of my mind, I wouldn't have bothered with her.

"She's already ugly, and on top of that, she's horny as hell. She keeps saying she has to see what I'm packing."

I pressed my lips together, and my fists curled tight.

He was the one who said it was huge and asked if I wanted to see it. If someone dangled a free look in front of me, why would I even turn it down? Now, he was acting like he had been forced into it.

Over the noise of everyone egging him on, someone asked, "So did you show her?"

Logan let out a little grunt of agreement, then said smugly, "But it wasn't mine. It was Troy's."

A wave of "What the hell?" rippled through the table.

"Troy Levine? That roommate of yours? Last time, you said he was at least eight inches. Were you serious?"

Logan took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Of course. Why would I lie to you? Troy is a real bro. When he saw I didn't want to send that kind of picture, he offered to take my place."

The people at the table went quiet for a second, then burst out laughing. "I swear, you are something else. So you're saying this relationship was supposed to be just two people, but it was actually two people and one extra…"

Another round of laughter followed.

Logan frowned. "What relationship? It was never more than just messing around. She's only good enough for me to treat like a pet. As soon as summer is over, I'm kicking that ugly bitch to the curb."

Hearing him say all of that, I was surprised by how little I felt about it.