Cayden’s words enticed me. What did he mean by half of them?
As my heart fluttered, so did my hands flutter over the computer keys. I wasn’t really sure what to write, especially if it meant serious conversation.
However, all the time, at the back of my mind, a voice was going ‘stay in character, stay in character’. But it was all natural to me now. I just typed in what I thought a girl like Poppy would have typed. She was that type of respectable party girl…so unlike me.
Poppy Brant: Okay…girls. What would your girlfriend say if she saw you talking to me?
Cayden Rachet: I don’t have a girlfriend.
Poppy Brant: …Awkward.
Cayden Rachet: Yeah, giant awkward turtle.
Poppy Brant: OMG! You do that as well?
Cayden Rachet: Who doesn’t? :P
Poppy Brant: Don’t be so cynical; loads of my year are petrified of THE Turtle.
Poppy Brant: Also, don’t worry about before. Loads of people I know are single and awesome. I’m not in a relationship myself.
Notice I didn't specify men. I don’t want to sound too pushy towards Cayden.
Cayden Rachet: Your school sounds fun.
Poppy Brant: Nah, it’s pretty rubbish. I don’t care about school.
Another big lie. I held my breath.
Cayden Rachet: No, me neither.
Cayden Rachet: At least the sports there are good.
Poppy Brant: -Like before. I prefer to concentrate on music than sports though.
Cayden Rachet: Me too! :D
I flicked through the profile on one of my sites. There was something…not right about it. Was I starting to get a conscience from lying to Cayden? My mouse slid up to the ‘unregister’ button, and, after a silent second of hesitation, I clicked the tick. Goodbye, Rebecca Mastdon, hello me.
‘Cayden Rachet has nudged Poppy Brant’.
Poppy Brant: Sorry, I was busy. In fact, I don’t know how much longer I can stay on.
My conscience was really starting to bug me.
Cayden Rachet: Do you really think I’m awesome? :P
Poppy Brant: Yeah.
‘Poppy Brant is off-line’.