Dedicated to the wonderful  nightgate as always. Can't thank you enough.

CHAPTER FOUR

how to create

"How 'bout whosyourdaddy ?" A idiot suggestion as to the email name. Both of us hunched over one of the farthest back courner computers we could find. Making a new account with absolute zero information for the creation to occur.

"Ty,he has to think I'm a girl." I roll my eyes, resting my chin on the desk with a frown on my lips and my eyes glued to the computer screen. Either way,I wouldn't take that suggestion no matter what.

He worked his jaw,as if insulted by my decline. Hands shooting up in the air with a exclaimed gesture. "Then whosyourmommy!" Yelling to loud for comfort ; most of the other students in here casting over to us it either confused or disgusted faces.

So either one of two thing where happening; one,they thought we were looking at a porn website. Or two,they thought he was yelling it to me. Either option fairly sucked, so I justed flicked his forehead and rung him by the collar. Pulling Tyler out of eye level for the curious people around us.

"Will you shut up." I seethed, teething clenched in a whisper. "I don't need the whole school knowing I'm thinking of catfishing someone."

"Thinking?" His moment to roll his eyes towards the computer screen. Well,that part was true. But just because I was making the account,didn't mean I could think of a better way to handle the situation before tonight. Holding onto that last piece of hope. "And please bitch,there is like ten kids in here. Not the whole school. Who's a drama queen now."

I blinked. "The one talking with his hands and calling people bitch like its nothing" He sighed at the reality.

Turning my attention back to the empty space on the screen waiting to be filled in with a username. Why was it so hard to create a damn username? It doesn't sound that difficult!

Tyler weighed his options mentally then spoke​ whatever he was thinking. Which wasn't always a good thing."Well,most people just do their names with some ironic twist to it. But honestly,your current username sucks ass--oh irony so do y-" I kneed him in between his open legs.

He went straight down,falling to the floor on his knees between the small gap of our two chairs."I was a freshman when I made it,I didn't know what rhymes with Tristan." I admitted in a calm tone,it was a suckish username. But I ignored the rest of what he said all together. "And hey,don't act like your username is any better." Casting a raised eyebrow to him in actuality as he closed his legs,still slightly whimpering under his breath.

"TylerIsOnFire is a great username. It even says so in the title,it's on fire." He retorted as he adjusted himself in the seat a final time. Well until I kick him down again if he says something idiotic.

Which will probably happen again knowing him.

How do I create this? And no,not only this account,but the whole ordeal. This is going to take multiple levels of lying,multiple levels of guilt and not to mention multiple cups of coffee over the spand of multiple sleepless night's.

"I'm just putting a name: Tris...what should be her last name?" Why are names so hard? Why is life so hard? Why does everything have to be so hard? I was known at being good at lying,quick on my feet and to the point and accurate. But now? I couldn't even think of a last name!

Why? Because it would be the last name he would be reading with each message. A person he'd think is real,and whole life that doesn't exist. I just wanted this done with,message him and next speak of this incident again. 'Tris' was going to be a total nutjob to say in the least,so he'd have no interest in her and just move on and forget. Men didn't like clingy girls,that was a fact. I just had to be everything men hate,which is obvious because I know most of it,and just repel him.

"So what's exactly your plan with this?" Tyler asks,taking the keyboard away from my hand reach to end my suffering.

"Go all 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days' on his tight little ass." And I still wondered why people couldn't tell I was gay. Right now, I was trying to think of anything else but how many times I've seen him in the locker rooms after swimming. This situation didn't need to be anymore awkward then it already was.

Tyler started typing on the keyboard,not letting me see what it was with a turned screen. I nudged my head towards him to see it; but he wouldn't budge."But why? I mean,you have a major advantage here. You can see what he likes and what he doesn't like in a girl. You could go past friend mode and into boyfriend mode without him even realizing it. Then just stop reply when you got everything you need." He drawled out,listing off things that made me wonder where he was going with this. And at the same time knowing exactly where he was going.

My shoulders fell in disappointment. Giving up and leaning back in the chair,a sort of frown on my lips that I couldn't do anything at the moment."First if all Ty,I'm not using this to my advantage. I'm using it to get myself out if this situation all together! I want him to fall for me and not in a blackmailing for whatever this is call,manipulative sort of way!And second-"

"That was all one?"

"And second I'd get to know what he likes in a girl. He's straight, that ain't going to.change." Talking into my lap as I played with my hands to distract myself,boredly tracing the outlines of skin on my palms. Not wanting to make eye contact at the moment. Furthermore not wanting to listen to my own words.

He stoped typing,causing me to look up. About to reach for the screen as he smacked my hand away,facing his chair towards me to talk in his matter of fact tone."Did you know with each person ,they all have their personal questionable moments? From high school to college mostly,sometimes even after. There is always going to be at least one person to make you question your sexuality,one person you'd defiantly do gay for. No matter how straight you are,it's considered normal.You could be his little taste test and he could be yours. Both equally used and both not caring if it ends in satisfaction." His taste test? There had to be better wording for that.

My only reply to that was simple."You're a sociopath." And he was also my best friend,just trying to help me out. But I wasn't going to become Roy's little high school experiment. No matter how satisfying the idea may seem.

"High functioning,yes." He nodded,pushing over the computer to me once more. Profile all set up,with some picture of a cute dog and a background a teal and salmon pattern. It looked realistic,like a girl made it. About to question how he made it exactly so easily. "I bring to you the new and improved. Beatrice 'Tris' Tucker. Bae by day and bitch by choice. She loves long walks and the stench of human flesh being decayed by hydrofluoric acid."

I laughed,scrolling around the screen to see some of her pictures posted and page set up. Most of them indirect photos of little things little sun sets and lunch food plates. Pictures he probably took himself or stole from his one of many sisters profiles."Tucker? Tyler that's your last name." The whole theme screamed 'Tucker' family. Tyler was the only male,five sisters and two moms.

"She'll be my fictional cousin that lives far far away. So if he has any questions about the  reality of her,I'm here to back you up." He knudged me in the arm with a with a wink,causing my face to enflame with embarrassment. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

I was going to catfish Troy Bishop.