Page 155 of Trapped With You

“Positive,” I whispered reassuringly. “I got this.”

Darla threw it down gently and I caught it.

Then Josh got into position and caught Darla when she jumped out the window.

Once her feet hit the ground, Darla’s brown eyes were bright with glee. “Oh my God. We actually did it!”

Barely able to contain our squeals and giddiness, we ran forthe car.

After picking up takeout from our favourite Mexican restaurant—an abundance of fajitas, tacos, churros, and frescas con crema—we drove back to the Remington estate.

Josh’s room was dark, messy, and spacious with his impressive computer setup tucked in the corner. He devoured four tacos in two inhales while powering on Callie’s laptop. At least now he was less high. Enough to be able to dig through her stuff.

The girls sat on the floor, using a small hammer to break open the diary’s lock.

I stood by Josh’s windows, staring into the courtyard. Cade wasn’t home yet. He usually stayed out late on the nights where he was at the underground gym with the boys. I wanted to see him. I missed him. Bad enough that I almost texted him, though I refrained myself. Cade’s letter stated he wanted my reply at the gala on Sunday evening. He would get it. In person.

“He’s missed you a lot, you know?” Josh bit into a chocolate churro. “Cade’s not the same without you.”

I’m not the same without him either.

I gave Josh a weak smile. “I’ve missed him, too.”

“Are you back together?”

“We will be.”

“Good. You guys are your best versions when you’re together,” he said. “Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that you’re soulmates.”

“Thanks, Joshy.” I ruffled his hair affectionately. He was always team Cadella.

While Josh hacked into Callie’s laptop and scarfed down more churros, I went to join the girls. They finally broke the lock and were flipping through the pages, reading the entries.

It wasn’t long before everyone was cursing with aghast expressions.

I couldn’t believe what I read.

My heart pounded fast and my vision turned red.

Hundreds of pages filled with her talking shit. Saying the vilest things about her own friends. Me. Darla. Dacia. Hera. And so many other people from St. Victoria.

It was baffling and surprising. None of us saw this shit coming.

Callie Mackowski was a narcissistic, homophobic bitch riddled with issues.

She was ‘friends’ with us for years while simultaneously loathing us behind our backs.

“You all need to come here,” Josh suddenly demanded in an alarmed tone. “Right now. I found your proof.”

We rushed to Josh, crowding his work desk with eagerness.

He showed us everything we needed to see.

Callie was the one who photoshopped all those screenshots to end my friendship with Darla.

Callie was behind the Secrets of St. Victoria account, spreading nasty rumours about everyone at the school.

And Callie was in a relationship with the masked guy, based on the amateur porn they filmed on her laptop where you could see the skull tattoo and sapphire-encrusted watch on his hand.