Our Long-Awaited Real-Life Date Was A Total Mix-Up Chapter 1

We had been blissfully dating online for three months.

But the moment we finally met in person, he realized he had added the wrong girl.

Connor, our university’s golden boy, swept his gaze over me with an annoyed frown.

"I don't know why you pretended to be the department sweetheart to add me," he said coldly, "but you're really not my type. Let's just delete each other and pretend none of this ever happened."

I nodded, swallowing my embarrassment, and hesitated for a long moment before finding the courage to speak up.

"Before we delete each other, could you send me your roommate's Instagram?"

After all, I had just realized that I, too, had added the wrong guy.

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The silence that followed my words was deafening.

Connor's finger hovered over the screen, freezing right before he could hit block. He stared at me, looking as if he had misheard, his voice cautious.

"My roommate? Who? Nolan?"

My face burned as he hit the nail on the head. I lowered my head and gave a soft, embarrassed mumble of agreement.

Nolan was Hudson University's resident genius, boasting looks that rivaled Connor's. Countless girls had crushed on him, so it wasn't hard to guess. But unlike Connor, whose list of rumors and exes was endless, Nolan was an untouchable, quiet academic. No one had ever managed to get close to him.

Connor went silent for a long time, so long that I couldn't help but look up, ready to plead my case. After all, a girl like me had zero overlap with Nolan's social circle.

"Is it that difficult? I think I actually tried to add him before, but I got the accounts mixed up. If it's too much trouble, you can just tell me his handle."

Back then, to get Nolan's Instagram, I had volunteered to write a feature piece on the university's top student dorms. I ended up adding every single guy from the top three apartments. With so many new contacts flooding in at once, I must have swapped their handles.

Well. No wonder things had felt so strange.

The Nolan I had been chatting with wasn't distant or cold at all. In fact, we hit it off so quickly that he confessed his feelings to me within weeks.

It turned out to be a massive mix-up.

Connor's expression grew incredibly complex. "Why do you want to reach him?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

My mind raced, and I blurted out a perfect excuse. "The student council wants him to record a promotional video for the upcoming semester, but I couldn't find his direct contact info."

Connor pondered this for another moment before giving a barely perceptible nod.

"Fine. How about this? I'll send you his contact info, and you send me Sienna's. But let me warn you, Nolan is an arrogant prick. He might not even give you the time of day."