“Oh hi, Summer,” I said as my call was answered, “I’m Rae, you don’t know me, but we have a mutual friend. I think we need to talk.”

“A close friend?”

“There’s none closer, to us both.”

“I guess we should meet, you know the new coffee shop at the Battery, I’ll be there in 20 minutes, does that work for you?”

“It does...”

OK, so I’m Rae. I’m 21 years old, I’m the receptionist at a gym, which is where I met Zak.

Summer is Zak’s other girlfriend. I found out about her from one of the personal trainers. I kind of put up with him cheating because I wasn’t really looking for a full time boyfriend anyway. Plus, she looks nothing like me, and I foolishly thought I was more his type.

Anyway, I’m tall, curvy and blonde. Summer is shorter than me, perma-tanned, covered in tattoos and has a very athletic figure. We’re nothing alike, so how could he be sleeping with us both?

Yesterday, I found out about a third girl, Izzy, she’s tall, rail thin, and is a complete bitch.

I’ve decided something needs to be done.

Summer was there already; I ordered a flat white and took the seat beside her.

“Hi, I’m Rae,” I said, holding out my hand.

Summer looked up as she acknowledged my handshake and my heart skipped a beat or two, she was very pretty ... very very pretty.

“So, is this about what I think it’s about,” she asked.

“Probably ... have you heard of someone called Izzy?”

“I know a couple of girls called Izzy, do you have any more clues?”

“She’s tall, like almost 6 feet, skinny, no noticeable tits, pink hair. I checked her out online, she’s an absolute bitch...”

“So, what are we going to do?”

“I have a plan.”

So I told her the plan.

“How are we going to get in?” Summer asked as we stood outside Zak’s apartment later that day.

I held out a small bunch of tools.

“What are those?”

“Well, my older brother is currently inside for burglary. I used to watch him practice, and I saw where he hid his tools,” I replied as I set about the collection of locks on Zak’s front door.

In truth, I was probably better than my brother; smaller, nimbler fingers I guess. 5 minutes later, I had all three locks open. We stepped inside and I locked us in.

“Why have you locked us in?” Summer asked.

“Because If I don’t, he may wonder why his door is unlocked when he gets home in...” I checked my watch, “twenty minutes.”

“Ahh, of course...” Summer replied.

It’s a good job she’s pretty, because she’s not got much else going on in that head.

“So, what’s the plan,” Summer asked.

We went through it three times this morning, and once more on the way here, she is so dim ... but she’s sooo pretty I could burst...

“As tonight is your usual night with Zak, you’re going to surprise him by being here when he arrives home.”

“But won’t he wonder how I got in?”