32: r o o m m a t e || d e v o n
October 10
3:00 P.M.
Devon was at an impasse. He was so close to finding out the identity of his mystery girl, yet he was still so far. By a twisted turn of fate, his mystery girl was his ex-girlfriend's roommate, and although Ariana was one of the most popular girls at the school, nobody seemed to know who her roommate was. As far as Devon could remember, Ariana had never even mentioned her roommate, but truth be told, they had never really talked that much.
This morning, he had approached Julianne Stevens, who lived in the same dorm building as Ariana, and asked if she knew the mystery roommate. Her ever-so-helpful response had been, "Um...I'm not too sure. I don't know her name, but she's kind of short and I think she's got light hair, but it might be dark; I don't really remember. Why don't you just ask Ariana?"
So, Devon had learned that she was short and had either dark or light hair. Well, that narrowed it down to just about every girl in the school. Obviously, the mystery girl kept to herself.
He was so desperate that he almost considered taking Julianne's suggestion and approaching Ariana, but he realized that it wasn't quite socially acceptable to ask his ex about another girl. He also couldn't just knock on their room door, since boys weren't exactly allowed in the girls' dorms. Devon definitely wasn't a stickler for the rules, but he decided he shouldn't risk additional punishment.
So, that left the most obvious option. To hack into the school records.
And that was why the expert prankster found himself crouched in a dark corner in the main office hallway, waiting for the secretary to take her daily coffee break. At 3pm on the dot, she rose from her office chair and headed to the faculty room, leaving her computer unguarded. Devon sprung into action, racing to the empty desk and logging onto the computer, with the extremely obvious password "123456". Needless to say, he had done this many times before and he knew the contents of that computer like the back of his hand.
Devon focused intently on the screen as his fingers pounded on the keyboard, searching through the files for the roommate listings. He smiled to himself as he found the file, but just as he was about to open it, a shrill voice interrupted him.
"What do you think you're doing, young man?"
Busted.
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