My best friend was using my intimate photos to catfish guys online. My body plus her face? No man could resist. For months, she bathed in the attention. Until the day she accidentally hit on her own boyfriend’s secret Ins account. Just as she was about to take things further, the message came to me instead. Tyler, her boyfriend, texted me,”Aria, your body is fucking hot!” The first time I caught my best friend using my private photos to catfish men online, she already had a boyfriend. She even laughed and told me, “You know that mole on your inner thigh? Tyler noticed it was gone. I told him I had it lasered off.” I stared at her, confused. She smiled like it was nothing. “Oh, forgot to mention. When I first met Tyler, I meant to send my photos but accidentally sent yours. You don’t mind, right?” What shattered me wasn’t just that incident, but learning she’d done this with countless men before him. I’ve never liked taking photos. Growing up, I was bullied for having curves. She convinced me I was wrong. “Beautiful things deserve to be preserved,” she told me. So I took a bunch of boudoir photos with her. I never imagined they’d become one of her tools to please men. With her face, she was always the pretty one. But she’s skinny. She once told me, “My face plus your body would be a killer combo.” That bothered me a little. I told her right away, “You should delete all my photos from your phone. What if you accidentally send the wrong ones again?” She waved it off dismissively. “Won’t need to. I’m really into Tyler. Not planning to switch guys anytime soon.” That’s when it hit me. She only used my photos when she wanted to hook someone. Meaning this wasn’t a one-time thing. And definitely not an accident. From then on, I kept my guard up around her. Until one day, I suddenly got a DM from Tyler on social media. He sent me a photo of myself in lingerie. Tyler said. This is my burner account, don’t tell Becca! I accepted the request. Then he sent over a bunch more of my private photos. I saw there was even a video of me changing clothes that had been secretly filmed. Then he wrote. “These are all you, right? Now I get why my buddies broke up with her. Total false advertising.” I asked him, “Where’d you get that video?” Tyler sent me screenshots of his chat with Becca. “You kept saying Aria has a nice body too, right? Give me 500 bucks and I’ll show you.” Tyler transferred five hundred without hesitation. Becca immediately sent him the video. Becca also said. “Pretty average, right? Plus she’s got scars all over her body, just in places you can’t see. She wouldn’t even qualify to be a hooker.”
Becca and I weren’t what you’d call fake friends. At least not from where I stood. We were neighbors. Grew up together. We both got out of our dead-end small town together. Came to the city for college together. I thought we were each other’s most trustworthy person in this world. I never imagined she’d talk about me like that behind my back. All those memories of us living side by side felt so vivid, but these screenshots had turned everything unrecognizable. Fighting back my emotions, I typed. “Who else did she send them to?” “All my buddies, man. We paid her good money. She didn’t split it with you? Are you two running this scam together or what?” This was disgusting. I’d always thought Becca was genuinely popular. From the day we started college, she’d been cycling through boyfriends. I didn’t agree with her approach to relationships, but sometimes I felt insecure watching her get all that attention. This time with Tyler, she’d even made a big deal of taking me out to dinner. She told me repeatedly how much she liked him, how she wanted to be serious with him. I’d been happy for her, thinking she’d found someone she truly cared about. I never expected the truth to be this ugly and raw. Maybe seeing I was taking a while to respond, Tyler sent another long message. “To be honest, I’ve always been obsessed with girls like you. If Becca hadn’t slid into my DMs first, I’d have never looked twice at her.” “What do you say? We’ve run into each other a few times now. What do you think of me?” “Becca told me you’re pretty strapped for cash. She must’ve mentioned my situation, right? I’m doing well financially. Not some broke college kid.” I replied with “Drop dead” and blocked him. After that, I kept hearing Becca complain about fighting with Tyler. I didn’t engage. Just listened to her vent. “Do you think Tyler’s got problems? He hasn’t asked me out in forever. This relationship is so boring.” “He sends cash gifts, but way less than before. Men are so shallow, you know? When they’re into you, they’ll give you anything. Once they cool off, it’s night and day.” While complaining, she kept texting on her phone. She even showed me her screen. “Look, this guy sends me a cash gift for every message, trying to get me to talk to him. Two hundred each. Suddenly dating seems pointless.” I asked, “Did you send him photos?” She glanced up at me and smiled. “Relax, didn’t use your photos. You don’t actually think you’re irresistible, do you? When guys say you have a nice body, they’re just being polite. Don’t take it too seriously.” Then she added, like she was comforting me, “Of course, for a regular person, you’re pretty good. I booked a boudoir shoot. Let’s go together sometime.” Looking at her face, I felt like this person had become a stranger, and it terrified me. I made an excuse to decline. To my surprise, her expression changed. “Why are you always so busy? You don’t even have time for a quick photoshoot?” I shook my head. “Working part-time. Haven’t earned next semester’s tuition yet.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s why I told you to work at that club, but you wouldn’t. Two hundred an hour. If you meet a generous guy, you’d make your tuition back in a week.” Beauty is a weapon. Once you start selling it, it becomes worthless scrap metal. She’d understand that eventually.
That day, Becca came back to the dorm all excited. She called out to me while I was doing laundry, “I’m meeting someone new. He’s picking me up downstairs for dinner. Want to come?” I asked her, “What about Tyler?” She waved dismissively. “Haven’t talked to him in forever. He’s probably dead for all I care.” Seeing my thoughtful expression, she suddenly smiled strangely. “Don’t tell me you’re into him? I’ll be honest, he’s got money, but everything else? Total disappointment. After a couple times, the novelty wore off.” She smacked her lips in summary. “Not great. Honeymoon phase too short. Plus he’s not into your type anyway.” A moment later, her phone kept buzzing with messages. She glanced at them and told me, “He’s downstairs. Let him wait. Men are always so impatient.” But this guy didn’t seem patient at all. He sent a voice message, and that familiar voice said, “Aria, what game are you playing now?” Both Becca and I froze. I reacted faster. I immediately got up and snatched her phone. “You’re catfishing with my photos again?” But she turned it around on me instantly. “You’re flirting with my boyfriend?” Right then, someone knocked on the dorm door. It was Tyler. “Aria, open up. I’m not getting played twice.” I shoved the phone back into Becca’s hands and walked over to open the door. When Tyler saw us both there, he didn’t look embarrassed. He just winked at me. “I didn’t want to make a scene like this, but you forced my hand.” I said coldly, “How did I force you?” He showed me the chat history. “You blocked me on your main account, but kept sending me sexy photos from your burner. I played along for fun. I’ve sent you five figures in cash gifts. You think I’m stupid? Your hard-to-get game is pretty pathetic.” I didn’t answer him. I turned to look at Becca without saying a word. She was gripping her phone tightly, head down, completely silent. Tyler added from the side, “Why are you looking at her? We broke up. I told her back then-if we don’t talk for three days, we’re done by default.” Finally, he picked up on the weird tension in this silent standoff. He asked Becca, “What’s going on?” Becca still didn’t speak. He turned to me. “If she won’t talk, you tell me.” I shrugged, took his phone, deleted all the photos from the chat history, and said, “No idea what’s going on. Maybe after you guys broke up, you ran into each other again while surfing the net. One of those beautiful love story coincidences.” I heard Tyler curse under his breath. Then he got angry and defensive. “Are you two running a scam together?” Maybe because falling for the same trick twice was too humiliating to keep arguing about, Tyler glared at us both before storming off. Becca finally spoke her first words. “I had no choice.”
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