"What idea?"
"BRO." He sounds literally offended. "The plan! The revenge arc! The fake makeout sabotage moment!"
I choke. "The what now?" I act like I don’t even remember. "You know! You and Gio. Pretending. In front of Sophia. At the party. This Saturday. Ring a bell?"
I sit straight. "Party? What party? How do you even know about that?"
"She posted it on her story, dumbass."
"I don’t follow her anymore."
"Well, I do. For research purposes." He sends a screenshot. "Check your messages."
I open it and… oh, come on. The caption is: "See you in 48 hours… unless you’re too scared to show up."
This bitch. I am embarrassed. For her.
"The audacity," I hiss.
"Told you, man. Ew. Now, question is, do you wanna let her walk around like she’s queen of manipulative bitches, or do you wanna put on a show?"
"I don’t know, Noah… it feels weird. I’m not that guy," I mutter.
"Okay, picture this. Pay attention."
Oh god.
"Average-looking girl cheats on her hot boyfriend by sliding into some hot dude’s DMs. She thinks she’s gonna end up withbothof them."
"Noah."
"And then, plot fucking twist! The two guys are making out at her party. Her face? Shattered. Her ego? Gone."
I turn beet red. "Stop."
"No, because it’s hot.You knowit’s hot."
"Why is this your passion project?"
"Because I love you and I want revenge, and also, because Gio is objectively hot. I did a little stalking."
"Don’t—" I groan. "Don’t say that."
"Are you blushing?"
"Shut up."
"You’re totally blushing." I throw a pillow across the room and miss my lamp by an inch. "This is stupid."
"This is brilliant." Silence. He senses the shift, probably. Absolutely not. Not in this lifetime.
"Noah, if anyone finds out about this, literally anyone, they’re going to kill me. And Gio. I’m not even being dramatic. They will end us."
"Bro, that’s so sexy. You don’t get it. Just don’t let them find out."
Don’t let them find out. Christ, I’m going to throw up. My heart is sprinting. And yeah, fine, I admit it.
It would make her boil.
