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Agreeing with her, I put the numbers in. It doesn’t work. I try four zeros, but it doesn’t work either.
“We’re a little fucked.”
“What about his birthday?” Bree suggests.
It’s a good idea. Lots of people use their birthdays as passwords all the time. It’s common, and that’s how people are easily hacked.
But then again, I’m a terrible person because I don’t know the date. I’ve lived with the guy for over a year now, and I don’t even know his basic information. What kind of roommate am I? What kind of person does that make me?
I grab my phone, searching through the contacts until I find Ryder’s number. I let it ring on speaker, keeping the moment crystal clear with Bree. That way, she won’t be able to complain about how I didn’t keep her on track with everything.
“What the hell do you want?” Ryder’s sleepy voice fills the silence in the hall, and I’m afraid that someone will hear the conversation.
Bree is smart enough to stretch her arm and lower the volume.
“What’s Carter’s birthday?”
“Why do you want to know?” he immediately questions, sleep fading from his voice, being replaced by interest.
“Just answer the question,” I request, desperation decorating my tone.
I swear that if I became a criminal for nothing, I’m going to consider dropping out.
“No, no, no. You just woke me up at this unholy hour, so you better tell me the reason because I’m sure that you’re not planning a surprise birthday party for him.”
Bree whimpers. “Oh, God, just tell him.”
“Wait, who was that?” Ryder’s curiosity chirps in. “Is that who I think it is?”
“You better not be thinking I’m some random girl, or I’m going to be offended,” Bree comments.
Ryder barks a laugh at the other side of the line.
“It’s definitely you,” he purrs, letting his fuckboy side come out.
I need to stop this. I know that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted, but not with Bree. Not now that we have a deal, and she’s going to be around for a while. The last thing that I need is for her to get her heart broken by my roommate.
“Keep it in your pants, dude,” I groan in a severe tone.
“Cockblock,” Ryder complains.
Bree frowns.
“What cockblock? I’ve been ignoring you since Friday for a reason.”
I raise my brows with amusement because this may be the only girl that’s immune to Ry’s charms. Am I witnessing a miracle person?
“You really know how to hurt a guy’s pride.”
Tell me about it.
“Whatever. What’s the guy’s birthday?” she presses, preventing him from getting lost in the conversation. I appreciate it, but there’s no way that I’m going to admit it.
Ryder scoffs.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His sarcastic tone doesn’t go unnoticed. “He was born on the first day of March. Now I’m going back to sleep to recover from being rejected.”
He hangs up, and I insert the numbers of the date in every possible way. None of the combinations unlock the phone.
