Meeting Jazmine in the present

“Yeah, I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jazmine lied to my face before sucking on a milkshake as if it was the last drink on Earth. I arranged a meeting with her at a local dinner. She hadn’t changed much since her college years. You could describe her pretty much the same way.

“The hell you don’t, we have photos,” I tossed a couple of pictures into the table to get her attention. They were taken from an article from a local college newspaper. The headline read: “Nudie Jazzie bares it all! Local freshman streaks across baseball game to celebrate our victory, claims to have been hypnotized by her ex.”

The photos showed a naked Jazmine streaking across the baseball game, her blushing tomato red while getting scolded by the dean, and slipping on a spilled banana split on the cafeteria’s floor. The last photo left nothing to the imagination as her legs swung wildly in her undignified fall.

“Oh, can I see that?” I let Jazmine grab the pictures. Unsurprisingly, she tore them apart with glee.

“You know I have duplicates on my phone, right?”

“Can I see your phone?”

I lowered my sunglasses to stare Jazmine straight in the eyes. I’m not in the mood for going in circles.

“We know you are behind what happened to Rebecca Zhang and Lana Miller.”

“Oh, you heard of my exes? Such a shame they snapped like that, but I was lucky to have dodged those bullets. You know what they say about dating crazy people.”

She is still trying to deflect. Time to hit her with the truth.

“Look, let me tell you what I think happened. After your incident at college, you decided you wanted payback on the bitches who made you strut around campus parading your tail like a naked peacock. So, you learned how to do some hypnotism yourself. Now, I don’t know if you got ****, as I haven’t found any college newspaper talking about them streaking as you did…”

“But it’s obvious that you learned their trade…” Annie continued my accusation. “And used your newfound abilities to climb the social ladder, scam yourself a few millions and take vengeance on your girlfriends whenever they broke up with you. Am I wrong?”

“Yes, you are. Those losers didn’t dump me, I dumped them both. Rebecca never had time for our relationship, always droning on about work. And Lana, well, she was too needy.”

“Aha! So you admit it!”

“But if not for vengeance, then why did you-?”

“Because it’s fun! Money can’t buy entertainment like this. Trust me, I tried. Watching their annoying faces contort like Play-doh when they find one of my secret triggers is worth all the cash in my bank account.”

“So you do this just because you are bored?” Annie said, standing up from her seat. “Do you know how much damage you’ve done to them? They are never going to live this down!“

“Oh please,” Jazmine rolled her eyes. “We both know they are doing better after my little pranks. And don’t talk to me as if I don’t know what they are going through. If I could bounce back after going naked to all my fucking exams at college, they can bounce back from their little scandal.”

I clicked my tongue as the pieces clicked together in my head. “Fun? More like you discovered a new kink. I think that’s the real reason you do this.”

“Kink? Are you kidding me? It was the most humiliating experience of my life. Those two bitches kept messing with me even after I donated all my clothing. Pamela kept spanking or tickling me while in class, especially during exams, and Dahlia hid trigger words in my subconscious. I ran to the nearest streetlight to bust out pole-dance moves wherever I heard the words “chicken”, and well, I began to play with myself when someone said “test” just the right way.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Annie seemed moved by the speech, her anger replaced by pity. She can be so naive...

“That doesn’t make it ok to humiliate other people, you know? You are still coming with us to get what you deserve.”