Page 11 of Big Dix

“What? Who’s Glory?”

“Just a second, Pete.”

Her eyes find mine, and I grip her arm, keeping her in place. I don’t want this moment to pass me by. It feels important. More important than I can give reason to.

“Gotta go. Sorry.” She darts toward the kitchen.

I call after her, “Wait, the date! You didn’t answer!”

The door to the kitchen closes, and I stand dumbfounded.

What just happened?

SEVEN

Evelyn

I can’t believe the man I’m watching dance with his A-list on-again/off-again girlfriend asked me out only moments ago, then winked at his teammate like he is the man as he deftly danced by while I stood here in the kitchen.

And by the way, Celeb Chat got it wrong—those two are definitely on again.

Anastasia twirls across the dance floor and into Atticus’s open arms like a gorgeous, tall, blonde, graceful ballerina and they make me sick. Of course he fucking dips her and everyone claps for the pretty, perfect couple.Gag!

God, they are perfect together.You know they’d have perfect, beautiful little asshole babies, too.Ugh!

I toss the chicken puffs onto a tray and slide them over to Ginger, who I can sense watches me out of the corner of her eye. Probably wondering why I’m lost in space and can’t stop staring holes through and snarling at the most beautiful couple on Earth as they dance in the living room.

How could he have asked me out only five minutes ago? Especially when he’s trying to bang my alter ego!

He’s not what I thought, and I’m kind of disappointed. In my fantasies, I imagined him to be extra polite, extra kind. I expected Mr. Southern Hospitality; instead, I got Mr. Manwhore. I thought I would be the one to corrupt him, not vice versa. Fantasy is always better than reality.

His blue-green eyes meet mine, and all the air leaves my lungs. I step away from my station and head to the pantry, pulling my phone from my pocket. Just as I’m about to type out a message, my phone chimes; it’s him.

@BigDix.69

What do you say?

That you’re super slutty and juggling three women? Technically two women, but he doesn’t know that I know that. I should meet him; just seeing the reaction on his face that I am BigBooks would be priceless.

But no, I can’t do that. Not just yet. Why? Because now that I’ve met him live and in person, how will he feel finding out it’s me who has been harassing him online?

I’d have to guess he wouldn’t be too happy about it. He definitely wouldn’t take anything I say seriously after all the comments I’ve left. And let me tell you, there have been some doozies. So, now I find myself in an interesting situation.

1. Ignore him.

Although, that’s not something I want to do. Leaving these comments has kind of become my favorite pastime.

2. Keep responding to him as my alter ego and just never meet him.

Could I be happy with that? At some point, never agreeing to meet him would become old. He’d lose interest anyway.

3. Come clean.

Just like ripping off a bandage. Quick and fast. Tell Atticus now before this escalates any further.

Three. Definitely three. Come clean. Be honest. It’s the right thing to do. Only I find my fingers tapping across the keyboard, seemingly as if they have a mind of their own.

@Big Boo...ks4BigDix

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