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But at 11:57 PM, I found myself pulling on my jacket. Not because I wanted to see her. Not because I believed a word she said. But because I knew Chloe—the real Chloe, the one beneath the chaos and the games—and I knew she would wait there all night. Alone. In the cold.

He called me at 7 AM. I’d never heard him sound like that—not angry, but hollowed out. Betrayed.

“I destroyed a fence,” she corrected, standing up. She walked toward me, slow and deliberate. “You were always on my side of it. You just wouldn’t admit it.”

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Derek found the texts. All of them. The late-night “accidental” photos she’d sent—a flash of collarbone, the curve of her hip in my hoodie, a caption reading Wish you were here to take this off. He’d borrowed her laptop to order band merch, and her iMessage was still synced.

I should have walked away. I should have turned, driven home, and spent the next year apologizing to Derek. But I didn’t.

“Then let’s go,” she said, taking my hand. “Before he changes his mind and comes looking for you.” But at 11:57 PM, I found myself pulling on my jacket

“I can’t,” I said.

My blood went cold. I hadn’t deleted anything. But I knew who had.

I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. I knew I shouldn’t reply. I knew the rules. The Bro Code, Article 4, Section B: Thou shalt not engage thy best friend’s younger sister beyond polite, holiday-dinner small talk. But because I knew Chloe—the real Chloe, the

And despite everything, I couldn’t let that happen.

And that was the most terrifying part. She reached up, her cold fingers tracing my jaw. “Tell me you don’t feel it,” she whispered. “Tell me, and I’ll disappear. I swear.”

She laughed, sweet and innocent, the mask sliding perfectly into place. “I’m being an angel, Derek. Promise.”

“Derek, I didn’t—”

“You destroyed our friendship.”