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Nate confesses. He admits that he and Jess planned to play ignorant. “I gotta admit,” he says, chuckling. “It was cute, you thinking these things were happening just because you showed up.”

You wouldn’t describe it as cute. But it’s relieving. Nate and Jess seemed puzzled by the video you saw on Ms. Delilah’s computer, and the one that appeared on your shared dorm computer.

But now, with the context, these videos are part of something bigger. Nate and Jess knew that. They let you panic and feel like you were uncovering “FBI-level ****,” as Nate once put it.

“Listen, dude,” Nate says, crossing his legs and sounding more serious. “The SSC is the last hoorah. It’s not some big secret. I mean, technically it’s a secret. But it’s not like… it’s not…”

He rubs his face in frustration. “It’s tradition. It’s the one time when everyone has permission to fuck whoever they want, whenever the want. Guys, girls. Doesn’t matter. It’s a free for all, Peter.”

Nate playfully nudges your shoulder. “And no, I didn’t hide the SSC from you because I think you’re competition.” Then he sighs. “Although my OnlyFans follower count is fucking abysmal.”