Scarlet Lies

Chapter 1

Pov will be the name at the beginning of the chapter. TEXTS WILL BE IN BOLD, THOUGHTS IN ITALICS

Skylar

She ate another bite full of ice cream, glancing at the clock on the wall. Nine thirty. She was ready to go curl up in bed, but didn't know how to say so without hurting his feelings. Her father was on the other end of the couch, eating his own pint, making an uncomfortable face at the screen.

Yeah, she didn't really like rom coms either.

Again, something else she wasn't sure how to tell him. He tried so hard to fill the void a mother would, and this breakup was no exception. When she came home crying on Friday, he had immediately gone out, bought chocolate, ice cream, tissues, and rented the latest romantic comedy for her. Theyd been doing this all weekend. His attempt to help her grieve. She cringed when another steamy scene came up, and he shuddered.

Yeah...This was worse than the actual break up had been.

"Dad could we continue the movie later? I'm kinda tired."

He seemed relieved, immediately turning the junk off.

"Sure hun."

He reached on the coffee table, grabbing a candy bar and passing it to her.

"Goodnight Sky."

"Night dad. Love you."

"Love you too."

He smiled, and she headed upstairs, chocolate bar in tow. He tried so hard, and she adored him for it. Even if his attempts were awkward. She closed her bedroom door, practically diving for the bed. She landed with a bounce, and she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, turning it on. One new text from unknown.

Unknown- 'Clara?'

She debated on telling whoever it was flat out no, that she was not in fact Clara, but she wanted her night to end on a better note, and wrong numbers were always, always funny.

Definitely not Clara- 'Yes.'

Unknown- 'Oh good, I wasn't sure I had the number right.'

You don't.

Unknown- 'Here's that picture you asked for.'

Suddenly one came through, and she immediately shoved her phone away in shock.

What the hell was wrong with this dude? What kind of person sent nudes to someone they didn't even know well enough to know their phone number?

Her face burned, and she slowly peeked at the screen, her entire body on fire from embarrassment. Whoever it was had a flat toned stomach, a broad tan chest, and was well endowed. Good for them. With such a nice body, one would think they'd be more skilled at taking nudes. But no. This crap was extremely unflattering. Her gaze finally darted to his face, and her breath caught.

"Oh shit."

She knew him. It was her ex's cousin, Oliver. His brown hair was tousled, as if he'd been constantly running his fingers through it, and he wore a smirk, one she had seen many times at Jackson's side.

Unknown- 'Your turn?'

Definitely not Clara - 'I LIED IM SO SORRY IM NOT CLARA WHO SENDS NUDES TO SOMEONE THEY DONT EVEN KNOW WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THEY HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER FFS'

Three dots popped up, then disappeared, then reappeared, then again. And again. And again. Seven minutes had passed before he sent his articulate response.