Chapter 1

Day 1 - Friday

I’m starting this journal as a record of my investigation. The boys are up to something, and I’m going to figure it out. We’ve seen them, a couple times, huddled around someone’s phone giggling and whispering. Whenever my friends or I try to peek, they quickly hide their phones and pretend nothing’s going on. I think they’re taking pictures of us, but there’s clearly more to it than that.

My name is Lexi Green, and I’m a junior at Saint Frances College Prep. It’s a small private high school - small enough that pretty much everybody knows everybody. It’s a good school, and they only let in really smart kids. Maybe because of that people are a little more snobby and cliquish than regular schools.

The priests and nuns are super strict about appearances. It’s not just that we wear uniforms; they’ve been known to measure the lengths of girls’ skirts. And if a boy isn’t clean-shaven, he’s sent to the bathroom right then and there with a cheap razor and no shaving cream.

Anyway, like I said, today was the beginning of my investigation. As usual for a Friday, I was asked to babysit for Becca Rivers. It seems stupid to me to hire a babysitter for an eleven year old, but the Rivers’ are over-protective like that, and I’m not going to turn down the money. Becca and I have fun together, so it’s not really much of a chore.

Now, Becca’s brother Ethan is one of the giggling ape boys I mentioned before. He wasn’t home tonight, obviously, or else they wouldn’t have hired a sitter. Okay, full disclosure, I used to have a crush on him. But then high school happened and he started hanging out with those guys and he became kinda a jerk. So tonight I installed a USB key logger on his computer. It’s a little device that you plug into the computer, inbetween the computer and keyboard. It keeps a record of everything anyone types on that keyboard. With a little luck, it will tell me what the boys are doing.

Day 3 - Sunday

I stopped by the Rivers house to pick up the school book I had “accidentally” left there on Friday. I was able to sneak into Ethan’s room and collect the key logger. It was still attached, so I knew it hadn’t been discovered.

I’ve started trying to process the data, but that’s a tricky job. The data shows you what people have typed in, but there’s usually no context. You don’t know what bookmarks they’ve visited or apps they’ve launched. But lucky for me, it looks like he uses the same password for everything: “MyDickGoesTo11”. Somehow, I really doubt it.

A lot of the typing is boring stuff, like some World of Warcraft junk. Some of it is revealing though. It looks like he typed in some searches for “analbay”, which consists of videos of girls being fucked up the ass, and “adam and eve”, which is either biblical research or an online sex toy store. We covered the Old Testament pretty thoroughly in school in our freshman year, so you decide.

Day 4 - Monday

I was so tempted to tell Marcie about my project today, but I didn’t. Loose lips sink ships.

Day 8 - Friday

I babysat Becca again tonight. I snuck into Ethan’s room on the pretext of looking for calculus notes. I was right about his password, so I had no trouble getting full rights to his computer. I created a hidden account for myself while I was there, just in case. Then I started looking through his browser history.

Oh my god, he must have visited every porn site on the Web! Some of them he only hit once, but some of them had been viewed many times. I also noticed for the first time the waste basket next to Ethan’s computer: it was filled with tons of crusty facial tissues. I found myself wondering for the first time just how many times a day high school boys masturbate? My hand strayed to between my legs as I thought about that, but I caught myself and got back to business. I dumped the browser history on a thumb drive and went back to the living room to hang out with Becca. I couldn’t wait to get back home, though, to find out more about the perverted stuff Ethan is into.

I should probably go to bed now. But I think first I’ll take just take one more quick look at the data.

Day 9 - Saturday

Bingo! I had to sift through a lot of porn before I found what I was looking for. I mean, a LOT of porn. And even though I was just watching it for research, I confess I gave in to temptation and rubbed myself to climax - once last night and twice this morning. Like, there was this one video where a handsome scruffy man wrapped both hands around the girl’s neck as he penetrated her that just had me aching for relief. But it wasn’t just the videos themselves that turned me on: it was knowing that Ethan had watched them and stroked himself. In part, I guess, we were sharing something sexy. But in part I was sorta violating him. Both parts kinda did it for me.

Anyway, I finally found what the boys have been up to: St. Frances Photo Club. It’s a password-protected site where they upload up-skirt pictures of girls from our school. Each photo has votes and comments, and there’s an overall ranking for every girl they have pictures of. The rankings seem to be pretty arbitrary. It seems to depend not only on how pretty the girl is, but also how artful and/or lewd the picture is. Some of the pictures were rather well done. The comments covered the whole spectrum of boasts, rumors, and speculation.