Caught me| Catfish, Nev Schulman fan fiction

1. Help

My fingers aimlessly brushed across the screen of my iphone as I switched blank expressions between it and my laptop, which lay on my bed in front of me. Nothing had happened. Half an hour of waiting, and still nothing. Growing more frustrated, I grabbed my phone. I couldn't let him know I was mad, he could push me away. I thought for a minute of how I could word this in a nice way, in a way that wouldn't send him running. I started to type:

To: Cam<3

"Hey babe if you don't want to do this right now you don't have to! I understand if something came up, just say the word we can do this another time:) I lo-"

A message lit up my screen before I could finish the ridiculously soppy, pathetic text. I was kind of glad, every time I had to write one of these I felt as though I was loosing a part of myself. I'd obviously subconsciously decided that loosing myself was better than loosing Cam, a guy I'd met over Facebook more than a year ago. Oh, and my boyfriend of six months. An increasingly shitty boyfriend, might I add, as I discovered the more our relationship progressed.

From: Cam<3

"Aria baby! I'm sorry I know we were supposed to Skype but I have a lot of school work, you know how it is:( I'm also visiting family so won't be able to do it all week I'm sorry baby I'll make it up to you, love you always!<3xxxx"

Now listen here, I'm not some kinda push over, gullible sop. Or at least I wasn't. But this asshole has some sort of hold over me, which he established pretty early on. So I suppose he knew he would get away with not video chatting during our full year of being in each other's lives. My heart sank while reading his message despite the fact I knew that this would happen.

And then, in a second, I was me again. After a year, the real me bubbled up and rose to the surface. I was furious. Again, I picked up my phone and began to type without thinking. 500 words of pure rage had been typed within minutes and I knew this would be the end, and I was to angry to care. This guy had fucked me over one too many times. As I prepared to send my essay, the TV flickered to the side of my eye but I didn't really notice. But then I listened. Or tried to, at least. I was to angry to pay attention to small details, but heard a few small bits of information:

'Fourth season'
'Fallen in love'
'Online'
'Not who they say they are'
'Catfish'

I knew exactly what this was. I was a big fan of the show, without really realising it sort of related to my own relationship. I pondered, before realising I didn't have much options left. I dropped my phon, my message still unsent.