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“I love this cat and mouse game we’re playing,” she said. “He’s basically asking me to do it again so he can masturbate to my pictures again.”

“You don’t know if that’s what he did.”

“Gah, I know. But I wrote him a sexy note back.”

“Oh no. What did you do?”

“It was great. I wrote: ‘If that’s what you want, sir. I’m good at doing what I’m told.’ And I signed it with an XOXO.”

“Soph.”

“What?”

“That was so inappropriate. What if someone sees it before he does?”

“Then they’ll think Mr. Halifax is a very naughty teacher.” She smiled.

I shook my head. She really was trying to get him fired.

She pulled out her phone. “I wish there was a way to figure out if Mr. Halifax actually looked at my pictures.”

I’d looked up a lot about phones recently. Ever since Axel made it impossible for me to unlock my phone without my glasses. I hadn’t figured that out. But I knew how to help Soph. “Hand me your phone.”

She gave it to me.

I went to her settings and clicked on the parental controls and digital wellbeing setting. I scrolled down to see her most used apps of the day. Her gallery was #1. I looked up at her. “I think he was looking.”

“Really?!”

I turned the phone to her. “It says you’ve been on your phone for almost two hours today...”

“I was only on it for like half an hour before school. Oh my God. You think he was looking at my pictures for an hour and a half?!” She squealed.

I clicked on the gallery app in the most used apps section. “Your gallery was open for an hour and twelve minutes.”

“That was like five minutes from me, when I was making sure my best pictures were there.”

“So, he spent an hour and seven minutes in your gallery.”

“Ah! And see, you are good at math.”

I ignored her. “And most of it was at lunchtime.” I pointed to the graph where it showed the time breakdown.

“I didn’t have my phone at lunch! I told you he was obsessed with me!”

I couldn’t really doubt it now. And I was already breathing a little easier. “So he can’t be my kiss thief. So I don’t have to go on the date.”

“Not so fast. You’re going on that date. I’m double checking this thing. Because as much as I love you, I don’t want your sloppy seconds.”

“Soph, I can’t go on that date.”

“Of course you can. Come on. Let’s find something sexy for you to wear in Natalivanka’s closet. There were tons of low cut dresses in there.”

“And I’m not stealing more clothes from Liam’s Russian girlfriend!”

“I think it’s technically her mother’s closet. So we’re all good.” She hooked her arm though mine and pulled me toward the front doors of the school.

Seriously, how was I going to get out of this date? I pressed my lips together. Did I even want to get out of it? Because I really wanted to unmask my kiss thief. Crap.