Page 33 of Ruin

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Slamming my locker shut, I turn around and walk straight into Declan. He shoves me back against the lockers.

“Are you proud of the show you put on in there?”

I don’t answer. He asked for it, acting like I got on the table by choice.

“Next time you put on a show for anyone but me, I’ll break you so fucking hard you won’t want to leave your fucking bedroom, never mind your house.”

Can he hear my heart pounding in my chest, because fucking hell I can?

He slams his left hand into the lockers behind me, I jump, which only makes him laugh. He slams his books into my chest and walks off toward our English class. Looks like I’m carrying his books for him then. I’m sure that’s on the list.

As I walk toward class, I see people whispering to each other and pointing at me. Not surprising after that show. But when they glance down at their phones, my stomach clenches.

Did someone film it? Of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? It’s fun for them.

But if it’s online, Robert will see it.

And that won’t be good for me.

Fuck.

What did I do?

In class, Declan drags my desk closer to his.

My watch vibrates on my wrist, it’s a message from Ash.

This is going around.

I can’t see the picture through the preview, so I pull my phone out of my bag and open it.

My entire body locks up. I think I’m having a heart attack.

My heart is hammering. My chest is tight.

I can’t breathe.

Fuck.

It’s a picture of me.

Sucking Declan’s dick.

Tears stain my cheeks. You can’t see him, just me.

Who the fuck took this photo? And why post it?

Do not cry. Do not cry.

You will not show anyone they’ve won.

Never again.

No matter how many times I tell myself that, the tears still escape. This was supposed to be the year I faded into the background. No one was supposed to notice me.

But no.

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