Just Pretending [Discontinued]

"I'm guessing no more 'I'm the pretty flower and he picked me' thing uh?"

"I'm glad she wasn't a serial killer." I say to Ella on skype. 

Actually, I kinda hoped she was. First I would prove to Ella that I was right about meeting strangers online and two I have this metal baseball bat I've been dying to use.

I'm all bout that peace and love... Clearly.

"We're actually going on a second date soon." Ella says to the camera and I quickly take a picture of her.

"Uh-uh." I say trying to sound interested so she doesn't notice I'm taking a photo.

"You know you're terrible at hiding, show me the picture you took." Ella says demandingly. I take a hand to my heart, making an offended face.

"How could you assume such things of me?" I say posting the picture to Instagram. My Instagram had been getting lots of followers after I started posting my pranks there, but now it was back to being just selfies, so, I should start making some plans.

Something involving chocolate, because I'm hungry. I'm always hungry if we're going to be honest with each other.

"Seriously? Show me already or I'll take one of you." She threatens, holding up her phone. It was quite late, about 7 in the night, and I was wearing a messy bun and no makeup. Not my best look I'll admit. I had a simple grey and white shirt on and some black pyjama shorts. Ella had her fiery red hair down but she still hadn't removed her makeup so she looked a little better than me. Just a bit. I'm hard to beat. She had a simple black top and some leggings.

"Take it." I smiled to the camera in my computer, not believing Ella until the flash went off. My smiled dropped. 

"Ella?!" I say looking at her confused. When did she grow lady balls? It's creepy and I don't like being challenged.

"Where's my picture? Say it or this goes into my Instagram, and you know I have quite the followers!" She says, her finger near the follow button. Due to her 'Tumblr aesthetic-ness' or whatever, she called it, she had gotten quite a lot of followers over her 2 years on Instagram.

"I already posted yours." I say in shame, hanging my head and showing her my phone on my Instagram page, where her face was plastered.

"I'm posting your's that's it." Ella said, her phone facing her chest.

What have I created?

"Ella no! Ariellah think about what you're about to do!" I say, waving my hands like a maniac.

With all this stress and 'exercise', I'll end up being the fittest person in school. And then I'll be able to chase Ella. Or simply not die at the bleep fitness test.

"You should've thought before posting mine." She says, clearly hitting the post button on her phone. I was about to argue but I gave up. She does have a point. Such hypocrisy coming from me today.