CHYOA, of course

You stare at the screen in absolute shock. "How...how is this possible? Whoever wrote this knows about my dog, my morning routine...how do they know about my friends?!"

"See what I mean?!" Nebula asks. "It says these girls will go crazy without you! Just let them take a peek, okay?"

Nebula reaches for your shirt, but Chris grabs her hand and holds it back. "Quit grabbing at his junk, will you?!"

You ignore them and read through the chapters. The High School plots have detailed information about almost every girl in your senior year. They knew about your past friendship with Candy, how you treated Zoe in the past, how Karishma pantsed you all those years ago, and even Joyce's profession as a secret agent. Nobody but you were supposed to know about that last one.

"How do these people know about all this stuff?!" You nearly shout. "Who is spying on me?"

"You?" Karishma asks, looking at the screen. "What about me? Are these freaks following me too?"

Zoe stares over your shoulder. "A weirdo? That's what I'm supposed to be?"

Chris allows Nebula to stand next to you, but still keeps her at a distance. "Normally, I'd think it was just a weird 'shipping' site. You know, like people do with celebrities. But whoever is on this knows so much about us."

"Shipping?" Chris repeats, stealing a glance. "This is an erotic writing website! That's a hell of a lot more than just flirty fanfiction!"

"And look at how many entries there are for having a harem!" Karishma shouts. "What, are we just all sluts waiting for Sam to fuck us?"

You can't help but think about the harem appeal. Sure, some of these girls were crazy or bitches, but you'd be lying in you said you never thought about at least seeing them naked. Seeing them all at once would be a dream come true for most men.

A rough shove snaps you out of your daydream. "Hey, Casanova! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Chris says.

You give Nebula her phone back and try to think of a way to explain the situation. "Nebula, I really don't think this is some kind of 'prediction' site, okay? Half these girls wouldn't give me the time of day. I mean, you really think Dana or Ms. Pershing would drop everything, strip naked, and start having sex with me in the middle of the day?"

Nebula seemed to search for the right word. "...is that a trick question?"

"Focus, you moron!" Karishma howls. "Whoever did this is spying on us!"

"Shit," Chris whispers. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

The girls take time to respond. While they wait, you suddenly remember about your pants and underwear being stolen. You grow self-conscious and grab them back from Chris and start putting them back on.

"Wouldn't the most obvious thing be to tell Ms. Pershing?" Chris asks.

"What? No! Don't you people know anything?!" Nebula says. "You can't tell the head of the school! What if she's in on it?!"

"You think our principal is in league with someone to spy on us and give out private information on an erotic writing website?" Chris asks.

"If you half the shit our government does on a daily basis, you wouldn't be that surprised," Nebula defends.

"What about Joyce?" Zoe asks. "The writer seems to know a lot about her."

"Oh, right! One of the exchange students in a James Bond spy," Karishma mocks. "And Alena really talks to ghosts in her spare time!"

"Like I said, if you only knew," Nebula said.

"Well, we can't just go to school knowing some freak is following us!" Chris says. "We've gotta do something!"

You couldn't agree more. You had to figure this thing out.