He Ruined My Life (#Wattys2015)

Chapter III

I got an immediate reply.

"Hey." the person sends.

"Hi. Who are you? I don't think I know you." I send back.

"The name's Chase Sunner. I'm guessing you are Alyssandra."

"Yeah, I'm Alyssandra Erins."

"Beautiful name."

"Thanks. I guess."

"Any short way to type that? My autocorrect doesn't recognize your name. It always changes it into Alexandra."

"Well, I guess you can call me Alysse..."

"Alright, Alysse, even though autocorrect doesn't recognize that either."

"Cool."

"So."

"So what."

"I'm just trying to figure out what to write to you, since I don't know anything about you."

"Well, that can be easily solved. What do you want to know about me?"

"Well, for starters, I don't even know your appearance. But I'm imagining a tall girl with long, light blonde curly hair and grey eyes. And pale skin with freckles."

"Wow. If that's not the opposite of how I look, I don't know what is."

"Go on. Enlighten me."

"I need to take a picture of myself."

"I can wait."

So I take a selfie and send it to him.

"Wow." he says.

"What? Am I this shockingly ugly?"

"No, you are quite pretty, but I can tell your selfie skills are quite insufficient. And, that really is the opposite of how I imagined you."

"Cool. Impressions can be deceiving."

"I guess that I will send you a picture of me, since otherwise it would be unfair. Its a picture I took for volleyball, so don't expect much."

A moment later, a photo appeared. I nearly gasped out loud. I didn't expect much, but before me was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. Light brown hair with traces of a sandy blonde color fell in soft waves around his head like a wreath. His eyebrows were of the same color and dark. He had long brown lashes that cast a small shadow on his cheeks, and his eyes were an irresistible deep blue. He had a set jawline and there was a small trace of a smile on his perfect lips, as if he was looking up at me and enjoying an inside joke. He also had broad shoulders that extended out of the frame. He had on a dark grey shirt with a black jacket over it, which complimented his light and warm colored skin. Oh. My. God!

I was speechless, finally realizing that I was chatting with this beautiful, gorgeous boy over Facebook. I suddenly felt very self conscious. I wasn't wearing anything fancy, just the same maroon shirt and beige pants. It showed in the selfie.

And not to mention, that was a volleyball picture. So either his school had amazing photographers or he was just so good looking that even school photos couldn't even uglify him.

"Hello? Alysse, you still on?" He asked. I didn't know what to say to this human sculpted by god himself. So I wrote what I thought must have been a lame reply.

"I play volleyball too."

"Oh, cool! Volleyball is just practically the best sport in the world, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, can you tell me how old you are, exactly? Sorry, I'm just curious. If you aren't comfortable telling me, just give me a five year range. Or if you really don't want to say it, that is totally fine. I don't want to pry. I'm fifteen, and I'm in ninth grade."