Remi’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, he did a number on you back in the day, huh?”
“See what you started, Sydney?” I grumbled, “He’s not my business.”
“Yeah…Anymore,” Sydney added and Remi chuckled. “Listen, it’s obvious that you’re still curious about him.”
“Yeah there’s nothing wrong with that, he’s like…insanely pretty,” Remi marvelled with a glimmer in her eye, “He has the kind of face you spend a lifetime getting over,Timemagazine dubbed himthe face of a generationin their latest issue.”
“What’s this in your bag?” Sydney reached for the diary that was sticking out, and my heart dropped.
“Hey, give that back—”
Sydney gasped. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is?”
“What is it, let me see!” Remi leaned over, trying to see. “Is this a diary?”
“It’s not just any diary friend, it’s Wynter’s, where did you even get this, are you hanging out again?” Sydney wondered.
“No we’re not! And it was in a box in Cahya’s things. I have to give it back!” I informed them, but they didn’t appear in favour.
“Give it back, are you crazy? This guy did you dirty all those years ago and now you wanna play nice? No way!” Remi protested.
“Yeah I mean…you could have so much fun with this Soh.” Sydney smirked menacingly, examining it. “This is from summer thirteen, right?”
I groaned. “And fourteen…and fifteen…and every summer until the very last one.”
“Exactly! And you’re always saying how he left on an ellipsis and that you wish you could’ve had answers ,right?” Sydney sat up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well yes, but…”
Remi motioned at the diary. “Well, this is your chance to get all your answers. You could know everything about him you’ve wanted to all this time.”
“Oh, you’re seeing my vision, I love that.” Sydney smiled, high-fiving her.
“But it seems…immoral, I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Did he give a fuck about morals when he left without saying a word and didn’t write to you at all?” Sydney snarled, recalling how gutted I was when everything went down.
“Well no, but…I don’t know he knows I have it and it’ll be awkward,” I refuted.
“Riddle me this, do you still want him?” Remi asked. “Like are you still into him, even just a little?”
“There’s no getting over the face of generations is there?” I replied sarcastically, but I knew that they knew that there was an undeniable truth tucked behind my words.
“This is your tool to get him. Think of it as a cheat sheet into the folds of his mind. You can get to know his most intimate thoughts that he doesn’t share withanybodyelse. All you have to do is find a way to get him to let you keep it for a while and make it seem like you’re not reading it,” Remi said, and I bit my bottom lip in contemplation.
“This is going to require a degree none of us are equipped with—we all chose not to become women in STEM, remember?” I chuckled, and their eyes lit up at my willingness.
“My sister did neurobiology, does that count?” Remi questioned. “Listen, we can channel all her energy with us today because we’re about to have some fun with this. It’s time to get your guy, Yesoh.”
“Is that so?” I humored them, but I could tell they were serious.
“Operation Diary On Ice is a go!” Remi dubbed it, placing her hand in the middle of the circle, Sydney placed her hand over hers, and at that they both looked up at me, waiting on my call.
“I’m going to regret this.” I rolled my eyes, sealing the bet.
I don’t think I ever did.
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