This is the twenty-eighth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part XIV, Part XV, Part XVI, Part XVII, Part XVIII, Part XIX, Part XX, Part XXI, Part XXII, Part XXIII, Part XXIV, Part XXV, Part XVI, and Part XVII before continuing.
After my success with Glenda, I guess I got a little cocky. We were hanging out at Owen’s parents’ house and Chad was trying to get the Netflix app on the TV to cooperate. When it prompted him to put in his password, he told me to look away, but I couldn’t resist. If this was his password for everything, just think of what I could access!
He told me to look away before he started to type in his password, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I decided to play dumb instead and kept looking at the screen, saying “It’s OK. Your secrets are safe with me.”
Chad started to get irritated, and I knew the persona I was trying to cultivate would do as he said, but just this once my true nature couldn’t resist coming out to play. And the more he insisted I look away, the harder it was for me to do so.
At a certain point, I thought he would just give up and sign into the app later when I wasn’t around, but no! He went ahead and typed in his password, and you’d better believe I memorized that sucker!
Once he was logged in, he went to his profile to change his password. He had stopped yelling at me to look away, so of course I watched as he entered a new password: “KieraCanSuckIt”
I laughed. I probably shouldn’t have because it was so out of character with my persona, but I couldn’t help it. It was the perfect way to deal with my true bitchy self that there was no way I could not laugh at it.
Once he heard me laughing, Chad starting laughing, and that was that! Suddenly me trying to steal his identity had turned into a joke between us.
It wasn’t until Owen and I arrived back on campus that my transgression began to sink in. Had I blown my cover? Maybe it wasn’t too late to recover from this.
I decided my best approach was to play up the people-pleasing side of my persona. The scared little girl who was afraid of angering men.
“Do you think your brother’s mad at me?” I said, trying to sound as meek as possible.
“He’ll get over it,” Owen said.
I turned away from him so he wouldn’t see me smile. Owen was still fully on my side, and that was all that mattered.
To be continued…