Last Christmas (Private 0.60)

Ange101 (8:21 RM.): Good thing I just got out of the shower;)

She felt Thomas's eyes on her, and her face warmed.

"That's enough," she said slowly, exiting out of the conversation. "I don't need to read any more." She

pushed the laptop screen toward Thomas and looked away.

Thomas shifted. "Listen, Ariana," he began. "It's better for you to know now before you-"

Ariana laughed. "Could you be any more gullible? I don't need to read anymore because I'm Angel-zero-

one!"

Thomas's eyes were wide. "So you are a naughty girl."

Ariana blushed. "Are you ready to admit it yet? Just admit Daniel's not a liar and we can go."

"Not even close," Thomas replied. He opened up a couple of files from the desktop and scanned the contents.

Ariana watched him, and after a few clicks of the mouse, she saw his face change. He paused, and his eyes

flickered with interest. Ariana's fingers clenched along with her stomach.

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"What?"

When Thomas looked at her, the disgust and pity were clear in his eyes.

"Nothing. I can't find anything. Let's get out of here."

Thomas started to lower the screen, but she reached over and blocked him. Her heart pounded an erratic beat.

There was something on that screen.

"Give it to me," she said, wrenching the computer from his hands.

Thomas made a futile grab for it. "Ariana-"

She blinked at the glowing screen in confusion. The spreadsheet Daniel used to keep track of his lacrosse stats

was open. She scanned the familiar columns: goals, attempts, assists. A second tab, titled scores, was attached

to the spreadsheet.

"It's his lacrosse stats. Big deal," she said, hovering the cursor over the scores tab.

"I wouldn't click that," Thomas said, scratching the back of his neck.

So, of course, Ariana had to click it. Instantly a new spreadsheet filled the screen, but it wasn't the

spreadsheet she was expecting. The left column was filled with girls' names. Some she recognized, and some

she didn't. The right column was filled with dates, the first in August of Daniel's freshman year, four years

before.

"I don't understand. What..."