My boyfriend told me he firmly believed in "bros before hoes." He also told me he only had one ultimate, lifelong bro, named Riley. And that this bro didn't live in our city. Because I was blinded by my boyfriend’s insanely good looks, I put up with it. After all, they just texted and played video games every night. But then, I found out that this "bro" he talked to day in and day out—was a girl. 01 When Carter Hayes told me "bros before hoes," I looked at his face—which was as flawlessly sculpted as a Greek statue—and swallowed the words "let's break up" right back down my throat. My name is Chloe Bennett. Like a lot of college girls, I have a massive weak spot for a pretty face. Whether my boyfriend actually had a working brain was, for me, a secondary requirement. Carter was a senior at my university. His dating history was completely blank, and his life’s only passion was soccer. He played real soccer with the varsity guys on the weekends, and played FIFA on his phone during the week. Aside from being a little too obsessed with the sport, he was virtually perfect. Until that dinner party. He told me ahead of time that Riley was coming down from their hometown to visit, and bringing their local soccer team for a friendly scrimmage with Carter’s team. Two full teams, plus "plus-ones," made 34 people. We rented out the entire second floor of a popular sports bar near campus, taking up four huge tables. Unfortunately, my professor held me back after class that day, so I was almost an hour late. The second I walked upstairs, my eyes zeroed in on a stranger sitting right next to Carter. She was skinny, wearing an oversized black graphic tee, with a choppy, messy pixie cut. Other than her, the entire table was entirely unfamiliar guys playing loud drinking games. The girl, meanwhile, was holding a vape and aggressively playing a rapid-fire shot game with Carter. Any girl who dares to rock a haircut like that is usually stunning, and she was no exception. In other words, the moment I walked up, I saw a beautiful girl sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with my boyfriend. The chair on his other side was empty. I walked straight over and sat down. Carter’s eyes were entirely glued to the girl's hands for the drinking game. He didn't even notice I had arrived. "Hey! Little girl! What are you doing? That’s the missus's seat!" the girl suddenly barked at me. I stood up instinctively. "Can't you see all the food I saved for her?!" the girl motioned to a plate piled high with appetizers. Saving me food was the glorious result of me training my dense, oblivious boyfriend. Only then did Carter snap out of his trance and turn his head. The moment he saw me, a gentle, familiar smile bloomed across his gorgeous face. I immediately decided to let the girl's attitude slide. "Who are you barking at, idiot? This is your bro's girlfriend! Call her your sister!" Carter pulled me down into the seat, scolding the girl. Then he turned to me. "Chloe, this is my bro, Riley Walsh. She got kicked in the head by a donkey as a kid, just ignore her." "You got kicked by a donkey, you absolute dog! Actually, no, you got kicked by a pig!" Riley cursed, reaching over and violently twisting Carter's ear. "Ow! You dare twist your father's ear? You ungrateful son!" Carter winced, verbally fighting back. Meanwhile, my mind was reeling. Riley was a girl??? I had heard Riley's voice through Carter's headset more than once. It was always a gruff, raspy male voice, completely different from the sweet, clear tone she was using right now. Because of that, I had never once doubted Riley's gender. "Are you really Riley? The voice I heard before didn't sound like this," I blurted out. "Oh, you mean this voice?" Riley seamlessly switched to the exact deep, raspy male voice I remembered. "Your bro does voice acting, what do you think?" "Holy shit!" "That voice sounds manlier than I do!" Carter’s friends were instantly blown away by her party trick, clicking their tongues in awe. "..." I was speechless. It felt like I had just swallowed a dead fly. Suddenly, Riley stood up, walked behind my chair, and clapped her hands tightly over my eyes. "Don't move! Hand over all your valuables!" She used the deep, raspy man voice again. Her hands were incredibly rough and heavy, pressing so hard I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out. At that exact moment, I confirmed it: I had encountered the legendary, final-boss "Pick-Me" girl. I didn't hold back. I flashed my freshly manicured, razor-sharp acrylic nails and dug them right into her hands, leaving a nice little souvenir. "Fuck! Man, you've got lethal weapons on you! Women just can't take a joke!" Riley retracted her claws, switching back to her normal voice. "Does my bro like them wild now? You're a lucky guy, Carter! Tell us about it!" Hearing this, the entire table of guys instantly perked up. "Carter doesn't like them wild, he likes them wildin' out!" "Yeah, this guy had a new girl around him every week back in high school!" "Keep your voice down! Look at his girlfriend's face, she looks pissed!" ... I finally realized this table was full of Carter’s high school buddies. "Knock it off, Chloe is shy. She's not shameless like you animals," Carter interrupted them with a grin. "Yeah, yeah!" Riley chimed in loudly. "We've got a 'female dependent' at the table now, watch your mouths, guys!" Saying that, she pointedly glanced at the next table over. I noticed a few unfamiliar girls looking our way. Their eyes were locked on Riley, and none of them looked friendly. Obviously, these were the other "female dependents" Riley was mocking. The guys, of course, were completely oblivious to this silent warfare. The topic was dropped, and they went right back to drinking and yelling. I was hungry, so I started eating the food Carter had saved for me. Riley started whispering to Carter, but at a volume where I could hear every single word. "Is she mad? Aren't you gonna coax her?" Hearing this, Carter picked a chicken wing out of the leftovers on the table and put it on my plate, but kept his eyes entirely on Riley. "Chloe isn't petty like that." "I don't believe it! Unless you ask her for permission to hang out right now!" Riley pushed relentlessly. "Watch me! Wanna bet?" Carter was instantly hooked. I was completely lost, but the phrase "ask for permission" created an atmosphere that aggressively excluded me, and it pissed me off. "I bet you fifty bucks!" Riley looked thrilled. "Pfft! You're on!" Carter turned to me. "Chloe, tomorrow morning I’m taking these idiots to hike Echo Peak. I am officially requesting a hall pass! Please approve!" "..." My speechlessness was reaching astronomical levels. Carter had never, ever spoken to me like this before. But with thirty guys watching, I couldn't embarrass him. So I asked, "Can I come with you guys?" "We're not doing plus-ones this time!" Riley cleanly and decisively rejected me on Carter’s behalf. I looked at Carter. He actually looked conflicted. "Echo Peak is a pretty brutal hike. Chloe, are you sure you want to go? Why don't you go shopping with Madison tomorrow?" he asked. Madison was a name I had heard a few times; she was another high school classmate and apparently the girlfriend of one of the guys at the table. "But I really want to go! I've never been to Echo Peak! Plus, I can run a half-marathon, I can definitely make it to the top!" I put on my most innocent, harmless expression. The advantage of a Pick-Me girl is her ability to blend in as "one of the boys," but her fatal flaw is that she can never play the fragile, delicate card! Sure enough, the guys at the table started advocating for me. "Just let her come! Otherwise it's gonna be boring with Riley as the only girl!" The guy who spoke wore glasses and had a face absolutely covered in severe cystic acne. If he wasn't so tough to look at, I would have kissed him right then and there! Riley's expression instantly darkened. Another guy with bleached blonde hair added, "Riley doesn't count as a girl! She's as flat as an ironing board front and back!" The whole table erupted into roaring laughter. Through the laughter, I caught Riley glaring daggers at me. "Of course we want you to come! Just make sure you wear sneakers, and oh, definitely don't wear a skirt!" Riley put her loud, carefree mask back on, pretending to be thoughtfully advising me. ... The next morning at 7:00 AM, everyone gathered at the base of Echo Peak. Riley showed up late. When I saw her, I almost coughed up blood—she was wearing a microscopic camouflage mini-skirt! So short it barely qualified as clothing! 02 When he saw her, Carter's grip on my hand noticeably tightened. I looked at him and realized he looked genuinely angry. "Did you leave your brain at the hotel, you idiot?!" He stormed over, ripped off his own oversized windbreaker, and aggressively wrapped it around Riley's waist. "I spilled milk on my pants at breakfast! I only packed one pair of pants and one skirt! What was I supposed to do, ghost you guys?!" Riley said pitifully. She pulled his jacket on and zipped it all the way up. The visual effect was even weirder now. Carter’s massive jacket looked like a dress on her, making it look like she wasn't wearing pants at all! I was frozen in shock. Carter had wrapped his jacket around her so naturally, and she accepted it so intimately. Standing together, they looked like a perfectly harmonious couple. And I looked like a clown. I stood completely still. The acne-covered guy spoke up. "Riley, you had thirty minutes to be late, but you didn't have time to buy a new pair of pants?" "Tyler Vance! You just can't stand me, can you? You're mad because you suck and you're permanently benched, so you pick fights with me all day!" Riley easily deflected the topic. So the acne guy's name was Tyler Vance. Hearing this, his face flushed bright red. "So what if I'm a sub? You're good, so you start, that's fine. I'm talking about you showing up late!" I already knew Riley was their team's starting goalie, and Tyler, apparently, was the backup. A skinny girl like that as a men's goalie? And she was actually good??? Riley ignored him and waved her hand. "Alright, stop acting like my mom!" The blonde guy chimed in, "Let's just go. Stop arguing, or we'll miss the Halo Cloud." The group finally started hiking up the stone steps. Carter and Riley fell to the very back of the pack. I waited for him to walk up and reached out my hand. He grabbed it. I secretly picked up my pace, pulling us away from Riley. "Trying to show off, huh? Don't burn yourself out and ask me to carry you later!" Carter's competitive side was triggered. He sped up, stubbornly staying one half-step ahead of me. "I won't!" I walked even faster. Riley was left behind, all by herself. The "Halo Cloud" was the major attraction at Echo Peak. Every afternoon around 3:00 PM, a perfect, swirling ring of clouds formed over the summit. People romanticized it as a flock of magical birds forming a bridge. Personally, I had zero interest in hiking a mountain to see something I could just look at on Instagram. The only reason I dragged out my hiking boots and athletic gear was pure, unadulterated territorial panic. When we were halfway up the mountain, a sharp "Ouch!" echoed from about fifty yards behind us. Without a doubt, Riley was acting up again. Carter immediately tried to turn around. I grabbed his arm. "Don't look back!" "Stop messing around!" Carter tapped my nose affectionately, but then turned and sprinted down the stairs without a second thought. I stood frozen in place, so angry I felt like I was losing my mind. Five minutes later, Carter came trudging up the stairs, panting heavily, with Riley on his back. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to kick them both down the mountain. Carter's hands were gripping the backs of Riley's bare, pale thighs. "What happened to her?" I avoided looking at that glaring expanse of skin and asked Carter directly. "Sprained my ankle," Riley answered for him. "Chloe, I gotta borrow your boyfriend for a bit! You don't mind, right?" "..." I was about to explode, but right then, Tyler came jogging down the stairs. "What are you guys doing? We were resting up ahead, did a headcount, and realized we were missing three people!" he yelled. When he got closer, he immediately saw Riley on Carter's back. "What happened to you? You have a stroke?" "Tyler, if you don't know how to speak, shut up. I sprained my ankle. You happy now? You finally get to get off the bench!" Riley sneered. "I'm not exactly celebrating, but what's the deal with you riding on another girl's boyfriend?" Tyler glanced at me. "I sprained my ankle! Are you deaf?! If he doesn't carry me, are you gonna do it?!" Riley snapped aggressively. "We're only halfway up. You expect Carter to carry you to the summit?" Tyler asked the exact question I wanted to ask. "It's fine, this idiot is light as a piece of paper!" Carter said, trying to act macho. "Put me down for a sec! I think Chloe looks a little mad!" Riley whispered right next to Carter's ear, but at a volume where all of us could hear it clearly. Carter obediently set her down. "Chloe, you aren't actually mad, are you? Listen, I've known Carter for almost twenty years. If we were gonna happen, you wouldn't even be in the picture! We're pure bros. Ride or die!" Riley slapped my shoulder hard. "Carter always told me you were super chill! Don't be so petty!" She hit me hard. I was balancing on the edge of a stone step. My center of gravity shifted, and I instantly tumbled backward. Thankfully, Tyler had fast reflexes and caught me by the arm. Still, I twisted my left ankle awkwardly. "Are you okay?!" Carter rushed toward me. "I'm fine." I waved him off, sitting down on a step to check my left ankle. "Fuck! I didn't mean to do that! Chloe, don't twist this into something else! It was an accident!" Riley hopped over on one foot. "I'll carry you down," Carter said, reaching out to pull me up. "What about me?!" Riley was instantly unhappy. "I came all this way to see the Halo Cloud!" "Uh..." Carter hesitated. He was fucking hesitating?! I was so furious I thought I might spontaneously combust. "It's fine, I can walk." I stood up. "I haven't seen the Halo Cloud either!" "Tyler, you're strong. Why don't you carry Chloe?" Riley suddenly suggested. "Did you really leave your brain at home today?!" Carter whipped his head around and roared at Riley. "Then what do you suggest we do?!" Riley screamed right back at him. Carter went silent. He was actually considering Riley's suggestion?! "Can you carry me? Wanna try?" I held my hand out to Tyler. This guy had been sneaking glances at me since dinner. I knew he wouldn't reject me. I don't normally use people's crushes to my advantage, but I was forced into a corner. I would just have to buy him dinner to apologize later! Tyler paused, then turned around and easily hoisted me onto his back. "Wow, you're really light," he commented. Without another word, he started marching up the stone steps. Behind us, there was dead silence. 03 Carter's explosive roar finally echoed about fifteen seconds later, by which point Tyler had carried me up at least twenty steps. Tyler's hands weren't touching my legs; he was awkwardly but respectfully hooking his wrists beneath my knees. His careful, gentlemanly posture—compared to Carter’s hands completely clamped onto Riley's bare thighs—made a wave of intense sadness wash over me. Carter's voice cracked from yelling so loud. "Tyler, what the fuck are you doing?! I thought we were bros!" Tyler turned his head and said evenly, "Carter, isn't this a massive double standard? You can carry other girls, but your girlfriend can't be carried by someone else?" Carter and Riley were still standing at the bottom. Carter's face was beet red. "Riley is different! I don't treat her like a girl!" I realized for the first time that when Carter was angry, his face didn't look like a statue at all. It was ugly. Hideous, even. Tyler had suddenly become my ultimate spokesperson: "Whether she's a girl or not is an objective fact. It doesn't change just because you say so. You have a girlfriend. Shouldn't you consciously keep your distance from other girls?" Carter was completely speechless, but Riley suddenly cursed, "Tyler, you bastard! You just have to oppose me at every turn, don't you? You're just doing this because I rejected you! A guy as petty as you deserves to have a ruined, deformed face!" The moment she said that, I felt Tyler's entire body flinch. He instantly went dead silent. So Riley was telling the truth? Tyler didn't have a crush on me... he was lashing out because he got rejected by Riley?! I felt incredibly awkward and struggled a bit. Tyler gently set me down. But wait, what did "ruined, deformed face" mean? "What did you say?" Carter was clearly out of the loop. He looked at Tyler in shock. "Since when did you go after Riley?" "I never went after her! I hate loud, obnoxious girls like her!" Tyler frowned at Riley. "I'm not like Carter, I'm not that stupid. Your little tricks don't work on me!" "If you say you didn't, then you didn't!" Riley sneered, rolling her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck in her head. I felt suspicious again. This was a classic smear tactic. If a pretty girl falsely claims an ugly guy pursued her, the guy has absolutely zero way to defend himself. Society will always believe her. So, knowing Riley's toxic personality, I started believing Tyler again. Wait a second! Riley was simultaneously claiming Tyler chased her, while practically wrapping herself around Carter. What kind of twisted psychological game was this? Carter wouldn't let it go. "Now that I think about it, you two were acting shady for a while! Wow, Tyler, you animal! You wouldn't even spare your own bro!" Tyler looked at me for some reason. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. "This is so fucking lame! I don't want to hike anymore!" Riley looked at Carter. "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Carry your bro down the mountain!" Carter stole a glance at me. Seeing I wasn't speaking, he cleared his throat. "Chloe, um... why don't you wait for me here? Tyler, do me a favor and stay with Chloe for a bit!" Tyler countered, "What, aren't you afraid I'll run off with your precious Chloe?" Carter punched him lightly on the shoulder. "We're bros, what kind of nonsense is that?" Riley chimed in with a sarcastic drawl, "Tyler! Do you not own a mirror? Chloe is gorgeous. Even if she was blind, she wouldn't settle for you!" Carter hurriedly covered Riley's mouth. "Can you shut the fuck up for one second? We're all friends here, do you have to stab people where it hurts?" Riley let him cover her mouth, rolled her eyes, and stayed quiet. I looked at Tyler. His expression barely shifted. Maybe guys really didn't care about insults to their appearance as much as girls did? "It's settled then! Thanks, bro! I'll take Riley back to the hotel and come right back to find you guys! I'll run fast, I won't let my baby miss the Halo Cloud! Okay?" Carter promised. Okay my ass. I felt like I couldn't control my tears anymore, but crying in front of a Pick-Me girl was too humiliating. Right now, I just wanted these two out of my sight as fast as possible. I turned my back to them and replied, "Okay." I was certain even an idiot could tell how furious I was, but Carter somehow didn't. There was some rustling behind me. Obviously, Carter was putting Riley back on his back. Faintly, I heard him say, "Hold on tight." And I stood there like an ostrich, too afraid to turn around and look. My heart was filled with more shock than sadness. I had dated this guy for over two years, and only today did I realize what an absolute moron he was. Was this man even worth keeping? My chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I could barely breathe. "They're gone," Tyler said softly. Only then did I turn around. They were completely out of sight. Instead, a couple of strangers were walking up the stairs toward us, holding hands. They raised their joined hands over my head, passing by with soft giggles and whispers. That was how you were supposed to climb Echo Peak. My eyes got blurry again. "Do you still want to hike?" Tyler asked me. "Did you really try to get with Riley?" I wiped my tears and asked him instead. "No. She pursued me. I rejected her." Tyler sighed. "She probably felt humiliated, which is why she's been targeting me lately." "She chased you?! Do you... have proof?" This was too bizarre, I couldn't believe it. "Proof... do her DMs count?" Tyler scratched his head. "Yes!" I nodded vigorously. And so, I looked at Tyler and Riley's chat history: Riley: "You up? Bro's buying you noodles!" (Riley initiated a voice call) Tyler: "Saturday is my only day to sleep in. Ask Jackson to go with you. I don't eat breakfast on Saturdays, please don't ask me again, thanks." Riley: "Idiot! If you skip breakfast you'll get gallstones!" (Tyler didn't reply) (Three hours later) Riley: "What are you doing? Bro will carry your rank in League!" Tyler: "Busy. Next time. Thanks." ... I scrolled up. Starting a year ago, besides a mandatory 'good morning' and 'good night', Riley sent him a dozen messages like this every single day. This went on for three months. Asking to eat, game, play soccer, study, even get haircuts together! Tyler rarely replied. When he did, he was ice cold. Out of 20 invites, he maybe showed up once, and only when the whole team was there. "Um..." I hesitated before asking, "Are you like, a secret billionaire heir or something?" For Riley to chase him this desperately, considering his... physical appearance... that was the only logical conclusion. "Just a normal family. My dad owns a small company." Tyler blushed. "Honestly, I shouldn't be showing you another girl's private messages. It's messed up. But to prove my innocence, I had to." I stared at him. Even though his face was a disaster, his eyes were incredibly clear and earnest. Tyler was so genuine, he felt like a rare, endangered species! And he definitely liked me! Otherwise, why would he care about proving his innocence?! But no matter how genuine he was, it couldn't hide his heavy, bulky frame and the severe acne covering his face! I cursed myself for being such a superficial monster. "You should expose her! She was clearly the one chasing you!" I faked righteous indignation to hide my shallow thoughts. "Forget it. She's a girl, she has her pride. Plus, she never actually said the words 'I like you,' she just constantly bothered me," Tyler said. I rolled my eyes internally. A girl like that would never explicitly confess! She manipulates you until you confess! But I couldn't tell Tyler that, or I'd sound like I was stirring up drama. "Don't look at me like that. Honestly, I used to be... not this ugly." Tyler must have noticed the slight judgment in my eyes. His voice dropped as he opened his photo album to show me. "Look. I only started gaining all this weight a few months ago." Tyler flipped through the album. "That's YOU?!" I shrieked. In the photo, an incredibly hot guy was showing off shredded six-pack abs. Angel face, devil body. I looked closely—the facial structure was exactly the same, just much leaner. And in the photo, his skin was flawless. Not a single blemish.
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