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I ’d never been happier than right now. This was the type of happiness that people probably felt on their wedding day.

I was lying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through social media when Matt sent me a photo of Crew, pants around his ankles, hot pink boxers hiding his junk, and a miserable expression on his face.

This was gold.

This may have been my favorite prank yet.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved the shrine prank, but Crew ripped down all the posters before anyone else could see them. But with this prank, I now had physical evidence that I could use to force him into hiding forever.

You know what they say— a photo lasts a lifetime.

I sent the photo to Bridget, and not even thirty seconds after the message was delivered, I could hear her cackling through the wall we shared.

Bridget: You’re evil.

Me: Not all villains are bad.

Bridget: Name one

Me: Myself

Bridget: Doesn’t count

Me: Count Dracula

Bridget: Wtf?

Me: He was in love with that one chick. Wasn’t he?

Bridget: I don’t know. I don’t remember anything from that movie except for his big ass head

Me: HAH!

Bridget: The 90’s movie, obvi. Not the original

Me: Obvi

When Bridget left the conversation at that, I started scrolling through Instagram some more, which was part of my usual nighttime routine before bed.

I had a DM request notification from someone named Eleanor Burkeley. Usually, I ignored DMs from random people, but judging by how normal, and pretty , she looked in her tiny profile picture, I decided to take a peek.

Eleanor: Crew told me that you and I would make the best of friends. He said it with a look of disgust, if that means anything to you.

The corners of my mouth tugged up in the slightest, but before I was going to respond, I needed to see who the hell this girl was.

How did she know Crew? It was easy to speculate that she was just some girl he’d hooked up with, but considering I’d never met a girl that he continued talking to after the fact, that theory was unlikely.

I clicked on her profile, pleased to see that it was public. At first glance, I could tell she didn’t go to Cedar. She looked like she was in college though; I just wasn’t sure where at.

It took me less than a minute to find a multitude of photos of her and Matt, along with a photo of her and some of the other Cedar hockey boys.

Me: I love when he’s disgusted

Eleanor: You and me both.

I may know a clue of what he’s plotting against you

Me: I’m listening

Eleanor: Something about dildos

My face twisted. What the fuck could he possibly be planning that had to do with dildos?

Me: What

Eleanor: Yeah, I’m not sure where he’s going with that either

Me: I’ll smack him with a dildo

Eleanor: Right across the face?

Me: Right across it.

Eleanor: *laughing emoji*

Props to you, by the way. Pink is definitely not his color

Me: You saw the photo?

Eleanor: Mattie sent it to me.

Judging by the way she called him “Mattie,” I wasn’t sure if it was being used as a term of endearment or an embarrassing nickname she’d given him.

My nosy ass decided to jump right to it.

Me: R u dating Matt?

Eleanor: Nooooo, we’re best friends

Me: Interesting

So, are you saying we’re going to be friends?

Eleanor: I’d say so

Me: I’d say so too