My Fake Poor Girlfriend
To scrape together enough money for tickets home on New Year’s Eve, I took on a part-time job and accidentally entered a livestream where money was being thrown around.
The boy on screen had fair skin and wore a high-end knit sweater, with a luxuriously decorated villa behind him.
“It’s too boring being kept here. My sugar mommy gives me more money than I can spend. Let’s do some giveaways.”
Excited, I grabbed several large cash drops in a row. The money for my girlfriend’s and my tickets was almost enough.
Then the boy suddenly leaned close to the camera.
“She keeps saying the tear mole under my eye looks like her boyfriend’s. What bad luck, sharing the same feature as some poor loser.”
My fingers trembled. I had a tear mole in the exact same spot.
A comment floated by: [How could a sugar mommy’s boyfriend be poor?]
The boy sneered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s just playing around. Told him she’s a million in debt, and he’s dumb enough to work and help her pay it off.”
My heart went cold. My girlfriend was also supposedly a million in debt.
“The funniest part is, she just spent three days with me. When she left, I asked if she still had the energy to go be with him.
“She said as long as she tells him she’s going to wash dishes at a barbecue place, that idiot will feel bad and go deliver food to make some extra money overnight.”
Another big cash drop came in. I had enough now.
My phone rang.
Wren’s voice sounded tired as she said, “Aran, the ticket money isn’t enough… I made a little over two hundred dollars washing dishes. I’ll head home now.”