There are a couple of textbooks but no notebook. There’s a shelf at the top of his closet, so I say a silent prayer that my hand doesn’t land on anything gross and blindly feel around for it.

My hand touches a couple of things that don’t feel like notebooks, and I don’t ever want to know what they are, before finally landing on a notebook. I pull it out and shake my hand out as if that will somehow help stop the spread of germs.

As I skim through the book, there are passwords written in his sloppy writing, but none of them are labeled, so I head over to the laptop and try a bunch of them. The laptop finally opens with “ilovehotchicks,” which is real mature of him, and I start searching his photo albums.

This part of the plan I’m not too keen on either. I’m literally supposed to actively look for pictures of Kaitlyn naked. I almost throw up in my mouth just thinking of it. But, hey, she needed to distract him so we had no other choice. She’s not too happy about it, either, but I’m just trying to get in, delete the pictures, and get out, not analyze each one.

The folders are organized by month, so I start from a couple months before I know they started dating just in case, and quickly click through each picture. He doesn’t have a lot of pictures, which is good since it makes clicking through them and deleting any naked ones easier.

Kaitlyn said her face isn’t in all of them, so I just go through and delete anything that looks like a naked girl. I don’t even know if they’re all Kaitlyn, to be honest, but if it’s naked, it’s deleted.

I finish and double-check the folders in case I missed any, then make sure to empty his recycle bin just in case. Hopefully I got everything, but I mean, that’s the best I can do. He might not even notice that they’re missing. The way the folders are set up makes it look like it’s just an automatic backup from when he plugs his phone in.

I close his laptop and put it back where I found it, and do the same with the notebook. I eye the bathroom door, and just can’t resist going to wash my hands. I feel like laughing and jumping up and down clapping. We’re really going to get away with this. It can’t really be this easy, can it?

A pounding on Ryan’s front door answers my thoughts, making me freeze as I exit his room. No one knows I’m in here, right? Did a neighbor see me walk in? Is Ryan back? The pounding continues.

“Ryan?” It’s a girl’s voice, one I’ve never heard before.

Is his mom home? No, his mom wouldn’t be knocking on the front door. I eye the doorknob helplessly as it jiggles. Oh no. Did I lock the door when I came in?