That's a Hard Pass For Me, Bro.

He's been acting strange. I noticed he's been more secretive than normal. He is always working late; says he's got car trouble. Something's not right here. I try to brush it off, it is probably all in my head as he tells me so often.

I brush off my unease and attempt my homework but it's not long before the thoughts creep back in, especially after the phone call that precludes them.

"Hey, I'm not coming out tonight. I know we had a date planned, but something's come up at work and my car isn't running right. Did I leave my computer there?" His voice is strained.

"Yeah, you did." I reply as I look over to the computer in question, "I was actually going to see if I could use it, I have a final due tonight and mine isn't connecting."

"Oh, I'd rather you didn't, only because I don't know the password and don't want it to get locked out."

The warning bells are ringing in my head as he says this.

"Wait, didn't you just change it?"

"Um, no?"

"Yeah, you did, you told me you got a message that said 'reset your password' the other night. Remember? You were having a hard time making one up. What did you change it to, wasn't it something silly like bananalover123?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, that never happened."

I'm floored. Did it not? Did I just make the entire scenario up in my head? What in the actual fuck was happening here?

"Oh, okay. Well, what do you want me to do with it?"

"Just keep it charged for me, I'll grab it tomorrow. But I mean it, please don't try to figure out the password, I've got someone who will help me reset it tomorrow."

"Okay..."

I trail off because the line hangs up. No 'I love you'. No 'I'll talk to you later'. Only silence.

Of course, looking over at the small blue laptop has me wondering- what exactly was on there that he didn't want me to see? I'm not stupid, there's something up here. I very clearly remember him talking to me about a new password. I put my homework on hold and go over to the computer, staring at it as though it held all of the answers in the world.

I weigh my options. I could follow directions and leave the thing alone. I really could. Or, I could satisfy my curiosity and look into it. Who knows if the password would work, but if I didn't get it after a couple of tries, I could always give up. Eventually, my curiosity is what won out.

I open the lid and listen to the happy little jingle it makes as it turns on. It's almost like it's telling me it holds all of his secrets. I try the password, cursing as I fail it. There was a capital in there somewhere, wasn't there? And maybe an exclamation point? I was sure there was. Two more attempts and I finally found the right combination. Bananalover123! How original.

The computer gives a little chime as I access the home screen and I instantly see that there are two new messages at the bottom of the screen. It's linked to his phone. There's a part of me that is very aware of the line I'm crossing and there's another part of me that doesn't give a shit anymore. I open the app.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary- at first. Suddenly, I see "Are you on your way here yet? Did you remember the condoms?" The reply in turn from his number is "Yes, I got the condoms. I had to tell Ava that I was staying at work late. But I'm on the way."

My blood began to boil. I try to call him. He answers.

"So, I was curious, have you ever heard of someone named Savannah?"

"No?"

"Really? Huh. That's strange."

"Why is that strange?"

Is he really going to sit here and act like I'm stupid? Is he going to sit there and keep lying to me when I just said the name of the girl he's obviously fucking behind my back?

"Well, considering you remembered the condoms, maybe you could tell me." I replied, acid in my tone as I scroll up and read the rest of his messages to her, out loud, "I can't wait to FUCK you, baby?"

"Wait, wait! Ava, it's not what it looks like, where are you reading this?"

"On your fucking laptop! You want to try and gaslight me and tell me you forgot the password and didn't change it in front of me the other day, well, I'm here to fucking tell you that you DID, and I remembered it. You and I are THROUGH."

I instantly hang up and watch as he tries to call over and over again. I ignore those calls and listen as he leaves me voicemail after voicemail which turn into texts, begging me for forgiveness.

The heartbreak I feel is consuming. I figure, one act of revenge would be perfect and I message the bitch in question. "I know about you two and you can have him."

She doesn't reply. Probably too scared to say anything because she knows she's in the wrong. I block his number and go into his computer, deciding to reset the password to "Manwhore2000" and I leave it outside with a note that says "Goodluck resetting this." I haven't just changed the password. All of the two-factor identification is set to my settings so every single time he tries to log in, it tells me.

It's been a month since then. He's stopped trying. I heard he had to buy a new laptop from a mutual friend. Good. Maybe next time, reset your password on your own.