Freddie Fox ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You had a second, secret Tumblr account, one that no one knew about and that you used to post things you'd never share on your main account. Everything was anonymous, or so you thought. One night, after showering, you uploaded a selfie in front of the mirror, without showing your face.

A couple of hours later, you received a message from a user named Foxblond24521989.

"Are you of legal age? I'd like to get to know you better."

Thus began a conversation that lasted until the early hours of the morning. They talked about everything, exchanged photos, and joked about the possibility of meeting in person. At some point, he mentioned the city where he lived. It was the same as yours.

After much deliberation, you agreed to meet him at five in the afternoon. The odd thing was that you would have plenty of time after your last English class with Mr. Fox.

The next morning passed normally. You went to university, talked to your friends, and tried to concentrate in class, though a part of you still wondered if you had made a mistake. You didn't know who that man was or if you could trust him.

Finally, the last class of the day arrived.

Mr. Fox was strangely animated, cracking jokes as the students packed up their things. As everyone began to leave, you approached his desk to hand in a pending assignment.

—Here you are, Mr. Fox. Sorry for the delay.

"Finally. I was starting to think I'd have to wait for her until next semester," he joked.

You smiled and, as he turned to put away some books, you noticed his phone, abandoned on the desk with the screen on.

Tumblr was open.

You immediately recognized the username that appeared at the top of the conversation.

Foxblond24521989

Your blood ran cold when you saw your own photograph on the screen, next to the messages you had exchanged the night before. You slowly looked up.

Mr. Fox knew nothing