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PLAYER SIX WINNER: PRETTY IN PURPLE. CLICK TO REVEAL.

Joss scooted next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want us to get out of here?”

I looked to my newfound friends, knowing they’d do whatever I asked, knowing they’d support me no matter what. How strange that this group of people had done something for me, gamed for hours on end, to get me to this place, that they offered their friendship so freely, with no strings, and I didn’t have to earn it. That was such a new feeling for me. Maybe I’d defeated Prue in more ways than one because of them—and they didn’t even know it.

“You can stay,” I said. “I might need help getting this down.”

Joss nodded.

I clicked Prue’s handle, and a video popped up. I knew from the flash of pink that it was of me; it was everything I’d feared.

Remy grabbed my controller and paused the video swiftly. “Lennon, any ideas how we wipe this?”

Lennon took my controller and tapped for a moment before pointing toward the analog keyboard.

Rollo handed it over. “You can delete it, right?”

Lennon clicked and worked, and my nerves built. What if all of this was for nothing? I hadn’t considered how I’d get the video down…

Remy patted a beat on the side of my leg.

Despite my anxiety, I smiled. “Such a drummer.”

“Speaking of drums,” Joss said, “I got a text earlier. They invited us back to re-do our set, asking for it to be the same as last time.”

Remy arched a brow. “What does that mean?”

Rollo threw a pillow at Remy from across the room. “They want the drummer to pitch a fit on stage again. Management thought it was a scene, an act, and the crowd fucking loved it.”

“As long as it doesn’t conflict with Trevor’s game.” Remy shrugged.

Trevor raised his eyebrows. “You’re coming?”

“Don’t make a big deal about it.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin. My fake boyfriend lead me to my real girlfriend. Oh, my God. Mygirlfriend.

“Len’s done it,” Rollo announced. “The video’s been reported to the host masters, flagged, and removed.”

Shock and disbelief rippled through me as I glanced up to find Prue’s name blurred, her upload gone. “You did it. You guys did it.”

“We all did it together.” Remy pulled me close. “Fuck that bitch.”

It was over.

My nightmare was finally over.

My reputation was saved, and it was all thanks to a band called the Mall Ratz.

LEVEL 15

PLAYER TWO: FAUNA

We all sleptuntil around noon the next day. Trevor and the band found sofas, reclining chairs, and beds. Remy and I stayed on the bean bag chair, her head resting softly on my chest. Everyone filtered out, waving sleepy goodbyes at their exit. Trevor clutched his workout bag and soccer gear and said he was going to practice, staying over at a friend’s for the night. I wondered if that friend was Mary Jane. If Remy had the same thought, she didn’t seem to mind as she disappeared to the kitchen and returned with a tall stack of blueberry pancakes.

“You cook?” I marveled.

Her perfect lips arched into a half smile. “I do lots of things.”

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