"You're catfishing Hailee Steinfeld?!"
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After Y/n meets Hailee at a charity event, she pretends to be a rich investor in an attempt to catfish her.
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"Ooh, I know that's right. Get you a sugar mama." Naomi says.
"Shut up." I say as she laughs.
"She's probably younger than me anyways." I say.
"Probably? You don't know how old she is?" Naomi asks.
"No." I say.
"Well, let's google her." Naomi says.
Naomi grabs my laptop and turns it in the direction.
"We can find out her age and any career-ruining statements." Naomi says.
"Career-ruining statements?" I ask.
"Yeah, you know somebody gets called out saying a slur everyday." Naomi says.
I raise an eyebrow and she shrugs.
"Y/n Y/l/n, right?" Naomi asks.
"Yeah." I say.
Naomi types and presses enter.
"I'm assuming she's not the lady who stalked Nick Jonas and broke into his house." Naomi says.
"What?" I ask.
"Y/n Y/l/n - Crazed Nick Jonas Stalker, Arrested." Naomi reads.
"She probably doesn't even listen to the Jonas Brothers. I'd imagine that she listens to Beethoven or something." I say.
"Nobody listens to Beethoven willingly. That's some shit your 10th grade English teacher plays while you do your bell work." She says.
I laugh and she smiles.
"She's an investor, right?" She asks.
"Mhm." I say.
She types and furrows her eyebrows.
"What?" I ask.
"I can't find anything on her being an investor. I can't find anything on her at all. Only think I see is that she's related to Tommy." She says scrolling.
"Well, she said that she lays low." I say.
"No one is gonna invest in small businesses, make life changing money, and not have hella results on Google. Especially when her twin brother owns a multibillion dollar company." She says.
"So what do you think?" I ask.
"I think she's full of shit." She says.
"No way." I say.
"You need to get your eyes checked." She says.
"I've seen her house and the way she lives. You can't fake that." I say.
"If you can find a singular piece of information about her that adds up, I'll back off." She says, sliding my laptop back over.
I clear the search bar and type. I press enter and click the first search result.
