The door swings open and a girl around my age waltzes in. I’m frozen, staring at the door like a deer in headlights.

“Ryan? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ag—oh.” She pauses when she sees me, tilting her head to the side. “Who are you and why are you in Ryan’s house?”

Why would a random girl be standing in Ryan’s house?

She’s looking at me, waiting for me to answer her question.

“I’m, uh . . . Kaitlyn.” I mean, we practically have the same hair, might as well use it. My spine straightens and I try to emulate Kaitlyn’s attitude as best I can. “I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?”

She stares at me in disbelief. “I’m Cece. I’m Ryan’s girlfriend.”

Ryan’s girlfriend?!

That was the last thing I was expecting her to say. Clearly Ryan’s got a type, because she’s giving me all the Kaitlyn vibes right now.

Shit. How do I get out of this now? Think, Amelia!

I fake outrage. “Ryan has another girlfriend?! That two-timing asshole! I’m going to go find him right now!”

I dodge her as I storm out and speed walk as quickly as I can to my car. I can feel her staring holes into my back all the way down the street. I hop in my car and book it out of there as quickly as I can.

Ryan has another girlfriend? I wonder if Kaitlyn knows. Did Cece just derail our whole plan? She’s definitely going to call him and tell him about a girl named Kaitlyn standing in his house claiming to be his girlfriend, which will screw us up because he’s currently with his girlfriend Kaitlyn. Ryan can’t be stupid enough to answer his girlfriend’s phone call while he’s with his other girlfriend, right? But that’s probably why she came over, since he’s not answering her calls.

I shoot Kaitlyn a text and tell her I got everything from his computer and that I’m on my way to the next location, to which she replies k

I don’t want to tell her about Cece in case she goes crazy and derails our whole plan. She’s already planning on leaving him, so she can go crazy on him after we get the pictures off his phone.

The next part of the plan is getting his cell phone and deleting the pictures from there. He and Kaitlyn went to dinner, and now they’re going to Sweetie’s for dessert. I park in the arcade lot across the street and sit and watch for Ryan’s car.

I put on a baseball cap and oversized sunglasses, even though the sun is setting, and shrug on a puffy jacket. Ryan hasn’t seen me with my new hair, so I’m hoping that he won’t recognize me with just a quick glance.

As I wait, I check my phone for messages from Aiden, who wants to know if everything’s okay. I assure him everything’s fine, then see Ryan’s car pull into Sweetie’s parking lot.