“So, what makes you think
that one of us sent this to you?”
My roommate, Dave, sat on
the couch, his laptop propped up on his knees.
He was a slob, a slug, and my best friend. He also wasn’t someone who liked playing
pranks.
“That shit is beneath
me.” He laughed. No, he snorted.
I knew he wouldn’t have
been the one. It didn’t feel like
something he would do. I couldn’t
explain it to Bella earlier, and I couldn’t explain it to Dave now.
It felt mean. It felt… angry.
The messages didn’t
contain enough to confirm what my feelings, but they were there, and I knew
they were right.
“I could try and
backtrack it for you.” Dave held out his
hand, his fingers wiggling, waiting for me to give him my phone.
I didn’t have much of a
choice.
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