First Number

"Why do you think?" She replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Right. Fair." You nodded. Even though they were blocked, you could still see any messages that had come from them. With a slight bit of hesitation, you open the chatlog. Most of them are actually pretty recent.

"Carrie, please reply! You know how much I love you! I can change!"
"Just one more date! That's all! I'll even cook!"
"Are you still with that loser boyfriend? I know I can treat you much better than he could."

The messages kept going and going; you eventually gave up on them. "I know what I want. I vote we mess with this ex of yours. Teach him a lesson!"

"That's your 'anything?' You want to avenge me? Aw, how chivalrous. Well, we'll table the promise for now and circle back around to it once this is done with. Maybe I'll even owe you two!" Carrie smiled and kissed you on the cheek.

"Now, first things first," Carrie said, unblocking him. "How are we gonna get this started?"

"Go on that 'one last date' with him," you said, having thought on it. "Let's show him that you're strong and don't need him anymore. That you're not scared of him anymore. It'll help you get that closure and, well, you'd be able to stick it to that asshole."