Girl Gets Ghosted
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When Charlize—Charlie—clicks the wrong link in a dating app, she gets more than she bargained for in this lesbian romance novella with a supernatural twist.
Charlie has been waiting for Ms. Right Now to find her while she sits at home on the couch. An app called Disaster Date appeals to her sense of irony—and fulfills half its promise when she matches with another woman who likes pizza on her first try. That might not be enough for a true connection, but Charlie is excited to meet up and see if there's more to her than a dating profile. Unfortunately, Charlie's date doesn't show up, but she's haunted by who does: a ghost named Noa.
Noa doesn't remember her past, and Charlie knows they don't have a present, yet it's hard to deny their attraction. Is there a way to exorcise the distance between them? It turns out that getting ghosted can be pretty sweet....
Waverly Decker
Waverly Decker is a writer, editor, and (most importantly) reader of books of all kinds. The 30-Day Engagement, about two women who fake a relationship so that one can succeed in venture capital and also show her ex that she has finally moved on after being unceremoniously dumped, is her debut novel. She's also the author of a romance novella: Girl Gets Ghosted. She lives in New York. Visit her online at waverlydecker.com.
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Girl Gets Ghosted - Waverly Decker
Contents
Dedication
1.Chapter 1
2.Chapter 2
3.Chapter 3
4.Chapter 4
5.Chapter 5
6.Chapter 6
7.Chapter 7
8.Chapter 8
9.Chapter 9
10.Chapter 10
11.Chapter 11
12.Chapter 12
13.Chapter 13
More from Waverly Decker
Bonus Chapters: Excerpt from The 30-Day Engagement 1
Bonus Chapters: Excerpt from The 30-Day Engagement 2
About the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
image-placeholderFor everyone who has ever chickened out on swiping right, for everyone who needed to be seen, and for anyone who has ever been ghosted.
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Autumn was Charlize’s favorite season of the year, bar none. It meant the crackle of dry leaves under her bicycle wheels, and hot cider, and warm spice in teacups. It meant the crisp smell of apple peels mixed with wood smoke and rain. She loved the way that brisk air crept in around her collar and cuffs to lift her mood, and loved wrapping a scarf around her neck to stop the draft. She reveled in the ever-shortening days, and in the prospect of outdoor activities like bonfires that didn’t end with her skin in a state of extreme sunburn. Summer was a monochrome harsh yellow, and fall was a riotous kaleidoscope.
Of course, she also loved that the arrival of autumn meant that the end-of-summer rush of students returning to school was over, and that she could end her work shift as associate housing director of Chestnut College at a reasonable hour. Everyone who needed a home away from home was settled in—provided they wanted that home to be a dorm room—and all but the most attentive of parents had ceased daily checks on their children’s whereabouts and happiness (and calling any campus extension that would pick up when their numbers flashed across the ID panel).
Charlize’s office was quiet. She could attend to the growing pile of work requests, put together her inventory report for the upcoming department meeting where they were slated to discuss the future of student furniture,
and see about getting a teetering pyramid of microwave-refrigerator combos repaired and out of the basement closet at resident services.
But all of that could wait for another day. At five o’clock sharp, Charlize slung her messenger bag over her shoulder, strapped on her helmet, and went down the broad stone steps of the resident services building to unlock her bike for the commute home. She’d hardly pedaled a block when she saw the one thing that she hated about autumn. Her enemy. Her nemesis.
A candlelit pumpkin in a dorm room window.
Charlize slammed on the brakes and waited for an oncoming car to pass, then made a left across the street to Oak dorm. "They know better, she said, not even trying to keep her voice muted as her tires squeaked on the damp pavement.
There’s a memorial in the foyer, even." Oak Hall’s bike racks were around the back of the building, and she’d have to come all the way around again to use her employee badge and get in through the front, so Charlize decided to do things her way. She rode straight to the first-floor window where the pumpkin grimaced—definitely a candle and not a realistic LED—and banged on the sill.
The windowpane slid up. "Uh, hell-o, where have you been all my life?" asked the gangly sophomore or junior. Both were eligible to live in Oak, according to the housing rules, though usually only juniors got in, since the dorm’s location close to the center of campus allowed for maximum sleep time before morning classes. The young man who leered from inside struck Charlize as the sort who preferred maximum sleep while ensuring everyone else got the minimum. She could see an oversized sound system behind him and a cluster of partygoers sitting on the speakers.
For the last decade of your life, I’ve been working in resident services,
she answered calmly, though her fingers on her handlebars were slick with sweat. The student’s visitors whistled and heckled him from the dimly lit background. So I regret to inform you of the rule I’m sure your RA has passed along and that you read when you signed your housing contract for this year. No fire, flame, or smoke in the dorms. You can have jack-o-lanterns on the steps of Oak and on the outer edge of the path on the lawn, on the thirty-first only, or you can bring them to the campus carving contest on Saturday night.
The younger man groaned. "Aw, come on. Look how good we decorated Oak! These are the finishing touch. The pièce de résistance, if you will." That earned him a giggle from the party.
Charlize had to admit that Oak’s Halloween decorations were legitimately impressive. A pair of giant skeletons stretched a net over the entrance in their bony hands, and a cluster of spiders dangled menacingly from the webbing. Almost every window of the dorm displayed a cutout of a leaf, or a black cat, or a crow. But she hated Halloween, partly because she didn’t like the aesthetic and partly because she hated how the holiday so often gifted her with work problems. She’d always tried to ignore the decorations policies when she could, because when she’d been a student, she’d been on probation—probation!—for hanging a poster of Katniss Everdeen on her room’s door and violating the fire code.
She shook her head, ready to reply. One of the characters hidden in the shadows of the dorm room said something about an evil old witch.
Another whispered something even ruder, and Charlize’s brain filled in needs to get fucked,
which was gross…and also true, not that it was any of their business. She’d heard enough of this kind of shit over the years. Usually it rolled off, but not this time. She was mad.
Charlize didn’t care about the decorations. She cared about the ghosts.
A girl died in Oak. When I was a student. You walk past the plaque every time you come home.
Charlize had been a freshman, and had showed up to school a week early to memorize the campus map and start her work-study job in the housing department. She’d walked fellow freshman Bayli Dilley to her room in Oak Hall, sprayed graphite into her sticky lock, waved when they passed in the cafeteria. And then Bayli had fallen asleep with a candle burning. Charlize shook her head to push away the memory.
No fire,
she repeated. House rules. Get an LED candle. They’ve got them in the bookstore.
She huffed in a breath and blew out the flame, then pushed herself off the stone side of the building with one muddy foot and pedaled back to the street. Her shoe’s half-print wouldn’t last long; a light mist was clinging to her windbreaker. But it would last long enough for her to email the Oak resident advisor in the morning and ask them to check that the marked room was in compliance.
There had been a second fire in the intervening years since Bayli’s passing. Fortunately, that one, Charlize’s first year as regular staff, had only wiped out a full floor of student belongings when the newly installed sprinkler system did its assigned