Saoirse, with a message about Lukas

"Hey Jacqueline! Someone's got a secret admirer ;)!" Saoirse sends.

You send a single question mark in response. Saoirse sends you a screenshot of text messages, between her and Lukas. You read Lukas' messages, smiling as you do.

"Hey, Saoirse. Do you have Jacqueline's number? I can't seem to find her on Facebook."

"Why? What were you going to ask her?"

"Can I just have her number?"

"That's no fun!"

"I was going to ask her on a date."

"What time? I'll tell her."

"She can come over anytime tonight. I'll make sure my room is free."

"Perf. I'll tell her, Lukie."

You suppress a little squeal of glee, before taking a moment to remind yourself of your masculinity. Another text hits your phone, and you check it immediately. Lukas.

"Hey mate, can you make yourself sparse tonight? I need the room."

"Sure, mate," you respond, before switching back to Saoirse's chat, just in time for a message.

"So, what do you want me to tell him, my **** little slut?"