That night you stared at your laptop, code flickering, hacking into his grades, emails, his girlfriend’s texts.
The next day you pass him in the quad. He chuckles under his breath.
"Still sore about last night, nerd?"
You don’t flinch. Just smile.. slow, eerie, collected.
"I hope you enjoyed it," you say. "That was your last good night for a while."
He frowns. "The hell does that mean?"
You walk away.
"You’ll see."
And he will.
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1Anna Senzai
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08/07/2025