The elevator ride up was possibly the most uncomfortable one I'd ever been in.

I knew Phoebe, but not well. She'd met Cassidy through a book club and had been over to our place a couple of times. I'd spoken with her occasionally, but the conversations had always been small talk and nothing more.

I knew she was dating someone, and I'd overheard Cassidy on the phone with someone talking about how it was getting rocky.

I just hadn't expected to witness it myself.

After a tense couple of minutes, Phoebe got out of the elevator and I waited awkwardly as the doors closed and finally took me up to my floor. I wasn't sure what to think. 

As I walked towards my door, I felt the vibration of another text received by my phone. I had no doubt it was just another guy David had sent my way. Irritated, I pulled out my phone and turned off the ringer, not even bothering to check who had sent it. I turned the corner onto my hallway and froze.

There was a man outside my door.

Another one.

This time, he had wavy black hair and a chiseled jaw. He leaned back against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. He was far taller than me and quite lanky, despite being around my age.

Honestly, he was hot. He was quite hot and if not for my circumstances I may have asked for his number.

But I knew the truth - he wasn't here for me, not really. He was here as a way of torturing me.

I marched up to him and as soon as he saw me he waved, cracking a small grin. "Keira! Hi. Sorry, I'm a bit early."

I crossed my arms and stayed a couple feet away from him. "Do I know you?"

Baffled, he took a step back. "Uh yeah. I think we've been chatting over Swipe?"

Of course. I was right. And I was also one hundred percent done with David's bullshit.

"Sorry, no. That wasn't me."

He seemed taken aback. "Are you sure? It looks like you. Here wait... I can show you." He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and began swiping through it. Finally, he turned his phone around to show me a dating profile.

It was exactly as I'd expected it to be.

"Can I look through this?" I asked. He nodded, and I took the phone from his hand.

The first profile picture was one of me standing at a train station throwing up a peace sign. It was corny and stupid and had definitely been taken from my Facebook, although I was pretty sure it was a few years old. My name was spelled correctly, but he put me down as 19 despite the fact that I was turning 21 in a month.

I scrolled down the page and found more photos of me, some off Facebook, others from Instagram. The captions were basic, ranging from quotes like "Just hanging with the fam" to "at peace." The last couple of photos were a bit spicier than the first, although thankfully, I was still fully covered. Photos that I'd posted on Instagram from parties, one from Halloween last year where I'd dressed up as a vampire but one with leather short shorts and a lace up crop top.

The last caption read, "Hit me up for a good time" followed by a winky face emoji.

Of course David would do that.

I was almost impressed by the amount of care that David had put into this account. It was surprisingly realistic and I wouldn't think twice about meeting up with myself.

"Can I just see our conversation?" I asked the boy, curious as to whether David was maintaining this persona even throughout text chats.

The boy was puzzled. "Do you not have them?" he asked.

"No."

"So...that's not you?" he asked, sounding a little more defeated.

"No, I'm sorry. This is a fake account," I replied, grimacing.

"Shit...I mean sure I guess. There isn't anything too interesting," he conceded.

I switched tabs on the app and found his messages. Then, I clicked onto a conversation that read, "Keira + Calvin."

As I expected, David had started the conversation.

Keira: Hey ;) you're cute.

Calvin: Haha, thanks. You are too.

Keira: Sooo what are you looking for?

Calvin: Something casual for now, maybe something more. Not sure yet.

Keira: Cool cool, well, how do you feel about going on a date?

Calvin: Yeah, I'm down, I'm free this week.

I scrolled down a bit further, but the rest was all just planning. Eventually, it ended with David telling him to meet Keira at my address at this very moment. Plus, David giving him my phone number.

So, that was it. David was just doing this to a bunch of guys in the hopes of annoying the fuck out of me.

I noticed a little icon in the top right corner of the chat. A pop up appeared asking if I wanted to report or block Keira. Without asking Calvin, I quickly reported Keira's account. It was totally possible that after reporting him, he could still somehow make another account, but I was hoping it would at least deter him in the slightest.

And maybe I'd get lucky and this was one of those apps that required a phone number. If that was true, he would need to get someone else's number in order to even create a new account. I wouldn't put it past him to try.

I handed Calvin's phone back to him. I wanted to lie down and scream into a pillow. And then maybe try to find some way to actually officially report David for like stalking or harassment. Could I do that? But even if I did, would anything actually come of it knowing both the university and the local police? Probably not.

"I'm sorry, but yeah, that's not me. It's somebody pretending to be me," I explained, bluntly. I didn't feel like going through the whole situation with a stranger, regardless of how attractive he was.

"Dang, I'm sorry. I didn't even know. Can I ask who it actually is? Just so I can keep an eye out."

I shrugged. I mean, it wouldn't hurt for more people to know that David was a piece of trash. "His name is David Walker. He hates me. Obviously."

Calvin nodded. "Okay, cool. Yeah, don't know him, but thank you for letting me know. Sorry for... you know. Being here." He stood there awkwardly for a second. "Yeah, bye, I guess."

I gave him a tight smile as he hurried off down the hall.