who: @samjimenezx
when: early on, greer’s party
“Hey,” Sassa said, barely glancing up from her phone as Sam greeted her, eyes still on the text message - as they had been, since she received it. As much as Greer had made her miserable in the past, and as much as Sassa blamed her for her and Mitch’s...falling out, or whatever, she just couldn’t believe she’d actually be doing this. Playing this game as the first texts had called it. But she wasn’t about to risk it - whoever it was knew something, even if they didn’t know everything Greer had. And it was simple enough, right? Let someone else take her phone. Pretend to be her. Text someone as her. Not that big of a deal.
Sassa was a bit of a control freak though, and the idea of someone else potentially fucking with the perfectly curated images she had developed nearly broke her out in hives. But at least - and this was something Greer wouldn’t have fucked up - it was Mitch. Who barely knew her anymore, with everything that had changed in the past year. And she trusted Sam. Mostly. Sort of. More than a lot of people, at least. “Would you do me a favor?” Sassa asked, finally turning her gaze up to the younger girl, a blink of long lashes accompanying the question. “I, uh...need help figure out what to say to Mitch. We haven’t really spoken in a while,” she said, shrugging up one shoulder, trying to keep her question casual, like this wasn’t the last thing she wanted to be doing.