Chapter 4My Forbidden Diary Prank Backfired Perfectly

He lunged for the book, snatching it off the floor before I could touch it.

"Sloane! If I catch you reading this trashy, brain-rotting garbage again, I’m telling Mom!" he snapped, his voice cracking slightly.

"Sure thing, Beck," I said, playing the part of the dutiful sister.

He huffed, turned on his heel, and ran upstairs. His retreat was anything but dignified. I was practically vibrating with silent laughter.

To really twist the knife, I knew he’d be back for a "midnight inspection" of the diary. So, I added a few more lines: "Beck is avoiding me. Is he disgusted? Does he want to leave? What do I have to do to keep him by my side forever?"

Then, the clincher: "108 Ways to Make Him Stay. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, no matter what it takes..."

I closed the book, went downstairs to heat up some milk, and when I came back, the journal had been moved exactly two inches to the left.

Success.

That night, around 2:00 AM, I heard a muffled groan from the room next door. "Oh God... I’m a monster... why me?"