A Plan for

“I’ve got an idea,” you say, and Christina leans forward, interested. “If Annalise is always stealing guys away from you, then we should do the same to her.”

“What do you mean?” she asks. “Scratch that. I know what you mean, but how are we going to do it? {if FuckAnnalise == True} Haven’t you already slept with her? {endif}”

{if FuckAnnalise == True}“What makes you think that?”

“At the party, I think I remember… or was that her? Or…”

“Oh yeah, you were pretty drunk,” you say, trying to mislead her. “That wasn’t Annalise.”

“Huh, I could have sworn,” she begins, but she trails off. “Anyways, how are you planning to get with her then?” {endif}

“It’s simple, I mean Annalise is a massive flirt. But I’ll play a little harder to get, make her actually want me, you know?” Christina nods. “Then, to really get back at her, well… we’ll have to do it. Rub it in her face.” Christina looks a little less certain at this. “We have to do it this way. There’s no other way that you’ll get your satisfaction.”

“I guess so,” she says, still a little hesitant. Understandable, given the situation.

“It’ll be great,” you say, leaning away to pretend as if you’re not pressuring her. “Just imagine the look on her face!”

She pauses for a moment, as if picturing the scene. Then, she nods to herself.

“Yes, we’ll do it,” Christina says, sounding more confident now. “But you have to swear that you will never—and have never—slept with her.”

“Obviously,” you say, giving her a reassuring smile. The two of you shake on the deal, sealing it, and then turn the conversation to lighter topics. Soon enough, you have to head over to chemistry, and you hug her goodbye, leaving her pensive.

Christina +10