who: @kitkallberg, @jessehart, @rewdmello when: later in the evening, greer’s birthday
Mari was horrified. The text had read like something out of her worst nightmares, instantly wondering how whoever this was found out. Was it truly possible they had info from Greer, or...was it things they had gleaned from the stolen notes? And what had even been in those notes? Mari knew she had come up, but she still didn’t know what had been told to the police that had caused them to ask Parisa about her and Greer’s relationship. And now...
g: have fun outside the closet !!! xx
This was cruel, and fucked on so many levels and...Mari couldn’t not do it. Because then it would be worse. And if this was as bad as this person was starting with, she didn’t want to know where they’d go if they were pissed off.
Hands shaking, Mari unlocked her phone, the brightness of the screen illuminating in the dark of the pool party, disguised in between the glow sticks and paint and lights that had been scatted around, progressively sloppier as the evening went on. Starting the new text was difficult, her thumbs suddenly feeling too big for the screen, swallowing a few times as she selected the three names that she had been told to (which, by the way - Carew? What the fuck, Greer?).
She started typing what felt like a hundred times, deleting it and starting over, nausea flipping her stomach the entire time. Finally, she settled on a simple message, copying nearly exactly what G had told her to say.
mari: hey guys, felt like i should make sure we’re all introduced and everything, considering we have something pretty important in common mari: we’re the ones greer was hooking up with last year! mari: feel like we should be the guests of honor tonight or something
Okay, so...she couldn’t completely stop her bitterness from slipping in.













