Ryleigh is a girl.

  She thanks God for creating a breed called boys. Those tall and wide shouldered beings. Although sometimes she doubts if she's really straight or not, but doesn't care 'cause boys keep her sane. Or insane. Or maybe both.

Ryleigh likes to surf Instagram.

  This app has made possible for her to see the faces of her favourite celebrities and K-pop idols for whom she can die. Just a metaphor she uses.

  Typical her.

Ryleigh follows @_mr.face_

  A guy with chocolate brown hair. He had those cool-grey eyes having marine blue coloured ring lining it, on a face so defined with high cheek bones, sharp jaw line and dark salmon pearlique shaped lips. Also that added Roman nose with little freckles.

  She was able to tell just this much after looking at those photos and stories, to her disappointment.

  Typical her.

Ryleigh likes him.

  Although Ryleigh didn't know his name, she had taken a liking to him.

  Again, typical her.

Ryleigh sees his latest post.

  After what seemed like two and a half months, this guy posts a new photo.

  A typical situation. Until now.

Ryleigh starts to grow a second head, a third and then a fourth.

  She didn't know what to think of that photo. Many times, she had been reminded to not be decieved by the looks but she had never learnt and put herself in between something that she wished she wouldn't had even thought of.

  A question.

  And again, typical her.

  That's the reason why my life was a mess.

  So, yes. That girl's me. Ryleigh Saunders. A typical seventeen years old girl which has light cool-brown hair, deepset hazel eyes, light coral bow-shaped lips.

  I always thought to myself that why don't I attract boys even after such a beautiful description of myself that I have given. And it's not like I'm a nerd or a geek. Well, not full hundered percent.

  I think that also depends on the way we dress ourselves, right?

  And due to the little fashion sense that I have, I'm used to hearing a particular line from boys whenever I'm introduced to them by my friends—

  "I'll pass."

   So ironic.

   Now let's leave that topic aside for a while. I'll start with how the happenings in my life became different than they usually were for the last 17 years of my typical normal life.

  It was the starting of September. Our new session of senior year had just started in Dignity High. And the element of surprise? I was studying.

  Well, not exactly. I was doing my homework.

  Then my phone went off with a ding as I received a notification.

  I opened my phone to see the notification bar. A notification from Instagram.

  @_mr.face_ posted a new photo.

  "Oh this made my day," I say to myself.

    CLICK.

   "WHAT?! What happened to his face?" I scream.

   "What is another person's photo doing in place of his?"

   I mean, it's not like I have any problem in seeing another beautiful face too. But where is Mr. Face? The original one?

  I rechecked the account which posted the photo. The name was the same. So, to confirm the thoughts running in my mind, I opened the account to see the profile.

  You should know that whenever I have thoughts, they are never relevant or realistic to what can happen.

  At the moment, the thoughts that I got are listed below—

  1. Maybe he's dead.
 
  2. Maybe he shared his account info with his girlfriend and she cheated on him by posting the photos of her significant other in place of him.

  3. His account might have been hacked.

  4. OMG! God forbid, but who knows he might be dead.

  See, I told you, they are never useful. Now back to story.

  My eyes can't believe what I am seeing and that is, that all his posts were gone and instead, replaced by the posts of the guy that I just saw in his latest post. There are 3-4 posts of him and the first post was posted two months ago. Around the time when he stopped posting his photos and stories.

  And let me tell you this one thing, I had a genuine crush on this boy! That is why I am upset that now I wouldn't be able to see him. Every sign of him online is gone. I didn't even get his real name.

  I want to drain all this out. So, I hurriedly go to Maydeline's house which is about a ride of twenty minutes far from mine.

  "Girl, you're the right person that I want to talk to right now," I say out to her straight as she opens her door and I, without wasting a second, enter her house.

  "What happened, Lee?" She askes as I am heading to her room upstairs and she, following behind me after closing the door.

  Reaching her room, I pull out a lollipop from the side drawer, unwrapp it and put it in my mouth. Sweet really helps.

  Filling my lungs with enough oxygen, I start talking. "You know that guy on insta I told you about?"

  "You've gotta be specific, Lee, cuz there are God knows how many guys you've told me about," she answers as we are sitting face-to-face in the middle of her bed.

  "It's about Mr. Face. He isn't there anymore–no, not like dead but–he's gone– not like completely disappeared but he's replaced," I blurt and see May making faces during my such a nicely explained speech. "I hope you understood," I add.

  May blinks hard for what seems like two minutes.

  "Look, in your whole rambling, the only words that I got were—dead, disappeared and replaced. So, I hope his original self rests in peace," she finally speaks with a sarcastic smile.

  "Ugh. I suck at explaining. I'll tell you everything in detail."

  "Okay, let's first get you a glass of water,"she fills me up a glass of water from the jug at her nightstand and hands me.

  I drink it slowly, allowing it to sooth my insides while, also arranging my thoughts in proper order of explaining.

  "Okay, so–," I am interrupted as soon as I start.

  "Wait. I need to take notes of it. A person's gotta be professional," May says, acting like some freaking therapist while I mentally eye rolled.

  "She went up to her study and brought a notepad and a pen. "Okay, so you're allowed to start."
 
  As if I was gonna wait for your order.

  And I start with the long Bible that I could write if my story was a little more, uh–bible-ic rather than being about my pathetic non-existent love life.
 
  May scrawls some points down in the notepad about God knows what. I wish she could do the same in classes in school.

  "So, here, I have concluded some points."

  "I'm all ears."

  "First, he's NOT dead." Well, thank you for that.

  "Second, he might have given his account willfully to somebody who was in need of followers which he had." Hmm, this is something useful.

  "Third, there's another possibility of his account getting hacked." And this too. But–

  "But that guy's already so good looking. Why would he have a need to use other's account to have followers?" I question.

  Wow, I can be a FBI officer too, I think. I keep on surprising myself.

  Typical me, hehe.

  "Another point," she nods and writes it down too.

  "It's so confusing," I reach for my hair and pulled them in frustration.

  I can't understand why I'm frustrated about a thing that i shouldn't even care about. But then, I'm me for a reason.

  "I know. But some fresh air and latte can help," she suggests.

  "Hmm."

  In five minutes we are out of her house and walking towards nearby café shop.

  "You go, sit at a table, I'll order our usual," I say as we are inside the 'Milk and Sugar' cafe.

  "Okay," she answers as she goes to take a table.

  "Hi, Mr. Hughes," I greet the person at the order counter who is also the owner of the café.

  "Hello, Ryleigh. Saw you after half a month," Mr. Hughes replies with a smile.

  "Well, I can't even say I was busy. By the way, where's Aiden today?" I question about his son. And please note, if any body's green eyes could kill, it would be his.

  "Hanging out with friends. You had something to talk about to him?"

  "No, just asking." No luck here too.

  "Oh, then, should I take your usual?"

  "Yes," I answer with a hint of disappointment laced in my voice. I pay, take our latte and go back to the table that May has taken by the window.

  "You're back," she says cheerfully.

  "Seems so," I reply without any emotion and expression.

  I sigh as I sit on my chair.

  "Look at those boys outside, being all masculine and having so attractive aura. Oh, I'm charmed," she looks outside the window and says dreamily.

  "Not in a mood today," I reply in a monotone, keeping my eyes on the table while holding my cup of latte.

  "But I think they're coming inside the cafe!"

  "Wow," I say monotonously.

  The bells at the entrance jingle and that time we both look at the cafe enterance. Two boys enter. Both are so good looking. But, wait—

  I know one of them. Or both? I question myself mentally and then realisation hit me.

  One is Aiden, the cafe owner's son. And the other guy–

  The other one is the guy I saw in Mr. Face's post? The new person that appeared from nowhere at his account?

  Yes, it is him. And they both know each other?

  They start to walk to a table a little farther than ours.

  And then something happens.

  Ding. Ding.

  I look at my phone.

  Then I look up and ask May a question. "You were looking at them the whole time, right?"

  "Yes," she answers proudly.

  "Did any of those two boys use their phones?" I ask another question.

  "No, but why?" She replies questionably.

  And then I look down at my phone again.

  Two notifications from Instagram.

  @_mr.face_ sent you a follow request.

  @_mr.face_ sent you a message.

  How's it possible then?

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Author's words:

Hi, readers! So I changed the plot a little in the first chapter and hence rewrote it. I'm thinking that this script will make the plot more clear and good. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. Bah-bye!!😍😅