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Grace's PoV-

After a few months of talking to Brooke, and realising during everything conversation we had she always asked me out, that I gave in and going out with her and being her girlfriend. 

So Brooke and I started dating. The convos mainly consisted of her saying I love you and me, meaninglessly, saying it back. I didn't love her, and in the end I broke it after a week. It was partially down to the fact I didn't love her and my trust issues that had developed from previous relationships. The week long relationship I had with Brooke went into the New Year of 2016 so I got to say I had a girlfriend some point of 2016 if I didn't get another chance to date anyone else. After that we dated 2 more times and the second time, I thought would be the last as it took a turn for the worse.

Two days before I was leaving for France with my school, not to mention it would have been my first time going on a ferry and only my 2nd time out of England, I asked Brooke to send me a picture of her face just so some of my nervousness would depart from my body, but when she sent the picture, it wasn't like the others. In previous pictures, she had a lip/nose ring, ginger hair and blue eyes, but in the only she sent me, she had brown hair no lip or nose ring and brown eyes. I felt so fucked over. I then proceeded to question her about the pictures and she said and I quote 'that's me when I'm on crack.' I lost it, I cried myself to sleep that night. I hated Brooke so much at that point. She'd been lying to me for a year. She wasn't 21 she was 16, she was American but lived in Scotland and didn't want me to see what she really looked like because she thought I wouldn't like her. That night I broke up with her and cried myself to sleep. 

For the 10 days I was in France for, I got to clear my head and think what she did, and whether I could talk to her again. 

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