Sophie’s jaw dropped. “It’s definitely a dude. He basically admitted he’s slept with a million people. A woman would never say that. I mean, maybe the last part because it’s sweet. But never the first part. She would have just pretended to be a virgin.”

“So it’s not Gigi?”

“Highly doubtful.”

“Wait! Fast forward in the footage to like one minute ago. Maybe someone will be texting in the locker room!”

“You’re a genius.” Sophie sped up the footage to exactly one minute ago. But there were only like five people in the locker room. And they were all just changing out of their workout clothes.

I kept watching until it didn’t make any sense to keep watching. I sighed. “He’s so elusive.”

“Should we rewind the footage again to look for the mascot?”

I stared at her. We both knew that wasn’t why she wanted to rewind the footage. And it was a really good thing only I had the login info, or she was going to really misuse it. “Let’s watch all the footage on like 5x speed just to see if there’s any hint of the mascot.”

“Boo.”

But we were both glued to the screen as we watched the footage in its entirety. And there wasn’t one sign of the mascot. Not even a lone feather.

“Maybe we’ll catch him tomorrow,” Sophie said.

“Yeah, maybe.” But I was starting to realize there were a lot of holes in my plan. Did the mascot even practice? Or did he just show up for games? He might not make an appearance until Saturday. And by then it would be too late. I’d already be making out with a third of the football team.

“Hey, girls,” Aunt Daphne said as she carried in a stack of books and papers. “How was your day?”

“Great, Mom,” Sophie said.

“Pretty good,” I said.

She smiled and sat down next to me on the couch. “I see that you’re ungrounded again.”

“And back to flats and unrolled skirts. Even though Liam is always wearing his uniform wrong.”

Aunt Daphne shook her head. “If you’re father isn’t careful, you’re going to just go crazy when you’re finally off on your own in college.”

“Like my mom?”

She looked shocked. “I did not say that.”

I laughed.

“Definitely didn’t say that.”

“I know, I was just kidding.”

She shook her head. “Do you girls want to turn on a show while I grade some papers before dinner?”

Sophie’s mom was a teacher. But she was a cool teacher that respected boundaries and didn’t teach at our school.

“Absolutely,” I said. “Should we do one of those cooking shows you both like so much?”

“No!” Sophie and Aunt Daphne said in unison.