My Online Boyfriend Mistook Me for Someone Else—I Left Chapter 01
It started with a missing pocket watch.
Weston Sterling had lost it, and his ride-or-die friends didn’t waste a second.
They slapped together a viral bounty hunt post online:
[If a guy finds it, come grab fifty grand from me. If a girl finds it, you get a free pass to date Weston Sterling!]
Call it cosmic irony, but I was the one who picked it up.
I was overjoyed, thinking I was the lucky one.
Then I opened the pocket watch and found a photo of Cynthia Valentine, school’s Golden Girl.
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In that single, devastating second, I suddenly realized.
Weston was secretly pining for Cynthia.
I clutched the cold metal of the watch, my mind going completely blank.
Just two minutes ago, I was still riding the high of a daydream, foolishly believing that my three years of silent, pathetic unrequited love might actually stand a chance.
Now? The fantasy was dead in the water.
Right on cue, Cynthia Valentine rushed through the classroom doors, looking like her world was ending. She turned to her friends, her voice tight with panic. “It’s been the entire morning and still nothing! What am I supposed to do?”
“If some random girl takes that watch to Weston before I do, I’m going to lose my absolute mind.”
Her friend hissed back, trying to soothe her. “But don’t worry too much. Look at how many girls throw themselves at him—he never spares them a glance. This post is probably just a running joke.”
Weston Sterling was the textbook definition of a golden boy. Gorgeous, filthy rich, and effortlessly sitting at the top of the academic ranks.
For as long as I could remember, he had an army of admirers tracking his every move. Cynthia was just the most visible one.
Weston had been an untouchable glacier.
But strangely enough, over the past two weeks, his icy demeanor toward Cynthia had started to thaw.
People were already placing bets, whispering that this untouchable was finally going to be brought down to earth by Cynthia Valentine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her sigh, her long hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders. Her manicured nails looked almost ethereal.
My pen froze against my notebook.
A sudden, chilling realization hit me. This morning, I hadn’t found the watch in some random hallway.
I had picked it up right next to Cynthia’s desk.
Oh.
So that’s how it is.
Weston hadn’t lost anything. He had dropped it there on purpose. He orchestrated that entire viral post just to give her a flawless, romantic excuse to step into his life.
It was supposed to be their perfect meet-cute.
Except I had accidentally hijacked the script.