From the Heart (A Valentine's Day Anthology) by M.B Feeney, et al L.J. Harris Page A

This is plan B?” I asked, still studying the words that were scrolled in black ink across the top of the page. “Okay, so if this is plan B then can you at least explain to me who in the hell Sofia is?”
    Rebekah laughed and gave my arm a gentle nudge.
    “You are!” she beamed brightly at me.
    My mouth fell open.
    “I am?”
    “Well, you are now,” she answered, slipping her cell from out of her jacket pocket and holding it up in front of me. “I sent him a friend request late last night and he accepted it first thing this morning!”
    “Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. Please tell me you didn’t?”
    “He calls you Emmy, Emily. E.M.M.Y. The same name your mom, dad and brother have all called you since you were, like, what? Two years old?” she explained, but she really didn’t need to go there. I knew what he called me, and it hadn’t ever bothered me before. At least, not until Rebekah not so kindly pointed out that it was like he saw me as just some kid when we were at the burger place last week. From that day on, it made me cringe every single damn time I thought about it. “As I see it, desperate times call for desperate measures, and this is definitely one of those desperate times. I did what any other good friend would do.”
    “So you decided to make up a fake account online?” I asked, feeling fully exasperated. If she hadn’t of been my best-friend, I would have hated her. “How is this even a plan?”
    “Well, now that he’s accepted, you will message him as Sofia, then he will reply back, okay? Then you’ll get to know each other a little more, then BAM! You’ll ask him to the dance and he will say yes!”
    I closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath, “Right … Only, aren’t you forgetting about one small teeny tiny little problem here?”
    Her eyebrows knitted together, “Huh?”
    “I’m not Sofia. And say I do go along with this ridiculous idea of yours, which I won’t. But if I do and by some small miracle he does agree to go to the dance with me, he’s going to know that I’m not Sofia, too.”
    “No, listen. I have it all worked out. I already know that you’re not really Sofia and you already know that you’re not really Sofia, but for the time being if Tyler thinks that you are Sofia then you can work your magic on him so that when the times comes and you go to the dance, you can tell him the truth. You can tell him that it was really you and then—”
    “And then we all live happily ever after?” I interrupted her trail of thought because she definitely needed a reality check. “You’re crazy. If your plan works, which it won’t because it’s definitely the most absurd thing you’ve ever done in the history of forever, but if it does work, and that is a huge if, then he’s going to be majorly pissed when he finds out that Sofia … Hernandez , is that?” I held the phone up and squinted at the small words that were displaying in the top right hand side of the chat window. She nodded enthusiastically. “Right, so when he finds out that this Sofia Hernandez doesn’t actually exist and it was me all along, do you honestly think that he will ever want to speak to me again?”
    She waved the piece of paper in front of my face again and bit down on her bottom lip.
    “I suppose there’s only one way you’re going to find out.”
     
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    Chewing on my nails, I paced the entire length of my bedroom floor, back and forth repeatedly, trying to ignore the incredible urge I’d had since I arrived home from college to log into the account Rebekah set up the night before.
    Did I want to message Tyler? Yes. Was I going to? No. Absolutely not. There was no way. At all. Well, maybe I wasn’t. No, yes. I was. I was definitely going to.
    I stopped pacing and reached inside my jacket pocket, pulling out the piece of paper and setting it down on my desk before I had a chance to finally see sense and change my mind again. Tyler had probably already realized that he didn’t