A soft breeze rustled through my thin hair as I sat at the very top of the bleachers, covering the phone in my hand from the sun so it was easier to read.

I swiped up, scrolling through a series of messages, scanning each and every word while trying to find the smallest mistake. On the field in front of me, an array of white-clad college boys ran around with a football, chucking it back and forth while yelling each other's names.

After speaking with Phoebe and her posting a photo to her Instagram, I had immediately messaged Calvin. It was the only reasonable plan that I'd been able to come up with. I needed to talk to him and see if perhaps his messages with me, as in David's version of me, gave anything away that I could use as evidence.

Calvin had messaged back almost immediately, telling me that he had football practice, but I was welcome to come. I had no idea what to expect but had shown up promptly still wearing the green sundress I'd gone to meet Phoebe in the coffee shop in.

He'd jogged and thrusted me his phone without warning. "While I'm practicing, feel free to just go through whatever. I don't care." He'd met my gaze for a mere second before sprinting back to the field. A little shocked, I'd headed up somewhere where nobody would be able to peek over my shoulder to see what I was doing.

As I scrolled through the messages, I kept getting distracted by someone down on the field. Either someone would yell something that sounded vaguely like my name, or one of the guys would come a little too close to the fence by the bleachers and take off their shirt. I didn't know how they could stand the cold weather, but I guess they were running around a lot. Still.

And I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of them every once and a while. They were all toned, abs and all. Thankfully, Calvin kept his clothes on. Otherwise, I would feel so much more awkward around him.

Sure, he probably had abs, but...

But I had to focus on other things. Like David's messages to Calvin.

I'd already read through them once and looking at them again now, not much seemed different. David gave Calvin my phone number and my address. Also, David's account was still in existence even though I'd reported it. Typical.

Okay, I needed a new idea. I hadn't explicitly asked Calvin if I could message David, but...

But maybe I could. It wouldn't hurt.

Before I sent any messages, I quickly screenshotted the part of the conversation where David gave out my phone and address, just in case it would end up useful. Then, I crafted a perfectly worded message, trying to sound as similar to Calvin as humanly possible.

Calvin: Hey, you home? You weren't there last time.

It sounded a bit creepy on its own, but given the context it made sense. I wondered if David was even expecting another response after knowing that I had probably stood Calvin up. Probably not.

I exed out of the conversation and waited impatiently for a notification to show up. As I stared at Calvin's phone, I noticed a handful of other conversations with other girls in the app. I felt weirdly tempted to click on one. Just to see how Calvin was flirting with them. What they were saying back.

But that would be a total invasion of privacy. Even though Calvin hadn't necessarily said I couldn't do it... it felt wrong to be snooping through his stuff.

I could still see all the names of the other girls and the last messages that had been sent. One message was clearly a bit more spicy in nature, and I quickly scrolled down. Casey, Nina, Penny, Miranda... the list went on and on. Clearly, Calvin was a catch.

And just as I was reaching the bottom of the list, the phone buzzed aggressively.

I nearly threw it in surprise. I regained my composure just enough to scroll back up and find a message from Keira, in bold lettering.

Keira: Yeah, sorry! I forgot I wouldn't be home.

Dumbest excuse ever. But David probably though Calvin was dumb enough to bite. Especially since I was messaging after getting completely ghosted.

Now, I had to be calculated. I had David's attention. All I had to do was get him to say something that would indicate that it was him and nobody else. But first, I had to reel him in.

Calvin: No worries. I know how it goes. Your looks make up for it.

I cringed at how stupid it sounded. At the end of the day, it didn't really matter. As long as I kept David's attention. I added a winky face at the end, hoping it would make things slightly better. 

Keira: Aww, you're too kind. You're quite attractive, too.

Great, now I, pretending to be Calvin, was flirting with David, pretending to be me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never again see the light of day.

Calvin: Sooo, if you're not busy right now, want to video call?

It was an aggressive tactic, but if it didn't work, it would give me slightly more evidence.

And just as expected...

Keira: Oh sorry I can't right now. Maybe later.

I knew that that really just meant no.

I needed something better. A new idea came to mind.

Calvin: Do you have any pictures of yourself, then? Other than the ones on the profile ;)

It was such a reach, but I thought it could work. There were only so many photos of myself out on the internet. I posted pretty regularly on social media, but not usually pictures of myself. And now "Calvin" knew what I posted on social media and would be able to tell if it was just something found online. I wanted to force David's hand. Make him send me something that he shouldn't have access to. Something maybe around the time that me and him had chatted. Something that could indicate that it was indeed him and nobody else.

He didn't respond for a couple of minutes, and I began to feel hopeless. Maybe this was completely worthless after all.

Keira: Maybe if you make it worth my while.

Oh god. I had a bad feeling about where this was going.

I knew what David wanted. He wanted me to be uncomfortable. He wanted me to be afraid of every single text that I received. And what better way to do it then like this?

Calvin: What do you mean?

I knew what he wanted, though.

Keira: I send you something here... and perhaps you text me something in return. A picture, maybe.

I wanted to just screenshot this conversation, so I had it as proof, but it wasn't explicit enough yet. I needed there to be no doubt whatsoever about what David was trying to get to happen.

Calvin: Mmm, what kind of picture?

Keira: You know what I want. Something frisky.

I could push it more, but I was worried I'd give something away. I quickly screenshotted the chat and messaged David back.

Calvin: Deal.

I waited a minute. Then two minutes. Then three minutes. I wondered if David even had a photo. He'd need to come up with something. Otherwise, this whole plan of his would simply fall through.

Then, the phone buzzed again. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed, far more times than I'd anticipated. I opened the chat and felt my jaw go slack.

This...this wasn't what I'd thought it would be.

I mean, I knew David might have photos of us together at a party from before everything happened. Or a picture of me not realizing he'd taken one. But this was so different. This was so incredibly different and my face went pale as my heart pounded.

They were pictures of me, yes. But pictures that I would never have consented to have taken. I was fully clothed, but the angles were all off. They were clearly taken in secret, without me noticing. Close ups of my chest. Of my butt. And even one of my thighs.

David was fucking disgusting.

They all seemed to be from a party that I'd been, too. The photos were grainy, too, meaning that he had zoomed in from a distance away. I couldn't tell which party or which night. I was wearing a navy blue bodycon dress, though. Leather.

I hadn't worn that one since the warmer months late in the summer.

And then I started to wonder why he'd kept these photos on his phone. We hated each other now. Why didn't he delete them? Unless he wanted to use them for something exactly like this.

Did he have photos of other girls, too? Did he just have albums and albums of inapropriate photos of other women from my school that he'd run into?

This was getting completely out of hand. I couldn't look at the images anymore. But I also didn't want Calvin to see any of this. Thankfully, the app gave me the option to delete and I immediately went through each one, clicking it out of existence. At the very least, Calvin wouldn't have to see these photos.

But I wondered how many other men had seen them already.