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last resort

Zac knew that what he was planning would make him a bad person. He was positive of that. But that didn't stop him for a second. He also realized that the chances of this plan of his being successful were slim to none. Again, that did not stop him.

Taylor was at another party that his fraternity was hosting, it being a boring Saturday night again. Therefore, Zac had the dorm entirely to himself. Instead of jerking off or something, he sat at his computer and typed away. (He had learned his lesson after being caught fingering himself). He was not on his laptop doing homework or writing an essay, no, not even close.

He was writing an advertisement on Craigslist. His diabolical plan included setting Taylor up with any woman who would respond to this sexual advertisement that he was working on. He wanted Taylor to realize that he was not interested in females. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, or even a decent one, but Zac had no clue what else to do. He knew that he was most likely setting himself up for failure, but he ignored that thought. For all he knew, Taylor was bi and liked men and women, but maybe not. He wanted to stay optimistic.

He was stretching the truth just a little bit in the ad.

Finally, he finished typing.

"I'm looking for girls in the Manhattan area to hook up with. Preferably someone in college or around that age and you must be attractive. Seriously, girls only. No exceptions. Please contact me for more info."

Now the waiting game would begin.

This waiting lasted days, considering the majority of the messages were either scams or other men offering their services. Zac ignored all of these. Three days in, and he had received nothing that he wanted. The only messages he had gotten from real women were unattractive old ladies who were in desperate need of love.

So Zac posted another ad. This time, he copied the previous advertisement but added an impressive bulge pic that he had found online and included "Interested in trying BDSM" at the end of the message.

This proved to be successful. The messages poured in almost immediately.

Throughout that day, he received plenty of real responses to this ad. He ignored the spam and gay guys looking for a good time and focused on the actual women that replied. (Not the old ladies, though). He ultimately decided on an attractive young woman named Baylie who was also attending NYU. Zac thought that it was a perfect match, but hopefully Taylor would not think the same thing.

Now he would have to properly plan this out.

Zac: hey, I saw you responded to my Craigslist advertisement. Interested in a good time? ;)

Zac hadn't even typed much but he was already beginning to regret it. No stopping now, though. He sent the email.

Baylie: I sure am looking for a good time, sweetheart ;) I'm glad you got back to me. think we could meet up this week?

Zac felt extremely ashamed. Not because of his evil plan to expose Taylor's true sexuality, but because he was flirting with a girl.

Zac: I'm pretty busy for the next few days, but how does Friday work for you?

Baylie: Sounds perfect, hottie ;)

So, Baylie and Zac scheduled to meet on the afternoon of the upcoming Friday. The two would meet in public, specifically at a park on campus. Zac wasn't positive that any of this was going to work out, considering he had blatantly lied throughout the entirety of the advertisement that he had posted. Not only that, but he had lied directly to Baylie. Hopefully he could persuade her.

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That Friday, when Baylie and Zac met, the girl was a bit surprised over Zac's appearance. He was cute, but not exactly what she had had in mind.

Before Baylie could even introduce herself, Zac spoke.

"Hi, I'm Zac. Look, I know this isn't what you came here for but I'll pay you."

Baylie was already confused. But she stayed silent. She assumed that Zac thought she was someone else and believed she was some sort of prostitute.

"So I think my roommate is gay. But the problem is, he won't admit it. I'll pay you to hit on him and help him realize that he is gay."

There was a silence between them, the tension being broken when Baylie said, "Wait...what?" She was very confused, why didn't Zac just tell her this in the beginning?

Zac explained the dilemma once again. The girl was confused as to how this would help Zac to discover his roommate's sexuality, but he explained that he was out of ideas. This was his last resort.

Well, more like he couldn't think of anything better to do. He had no plan B.

"How does, uh, fifty dollars sound?" Zac asked as he removed his wallet from his back pocket. Baylie stared at him for a few seconds. If she was going to do this, she wanted to be paid a good amount of money.

"One hundred," she demanded. Zac's eyes went wide.

"Seventy-five," he retorted. Baylie just shook her head.

"No, one hundred dollars or you can find someone else."

Zac let out a sigh as he pulled out two fifty dollar bills and handed them over. He knew better than to continue arguing with her about how much money she deserved.

The girl stuffed the money into her pocket and then asked, "Do I at least get to know what this guy looks like? Or how I'll find him? Or his name? I need something to work with."

"His name's Taylor, he's in that Zeta Psi frat and will probably be at the party tomorrow night. I'll show you what he looks like," Zac said as he went onto his phone and scrolled through his photos. He found a picture of the two of them, zoomed in on Taylor, and showed Baylie the photograph.

Her eyes widened a bit and she nodded in approval. "Alright," she said. "It was nice, uh, doing business with you. I'll be sure to look for Taylor at the party tomorrow night."

Before she could leave, her and Zac exchanged phone numbers so that they could communicate later on. Once that was taken care of, they said their goodbyes and parted ways. Now Zac could only hope for the best. He had just met Baylie, so for all he knew, she could have been planning to take his money and do none of what he had paid her to do. Unfortunately, though, he had no other options. He liked Taylor too much to let him slip away without a fight.