Page 178 of For the Fans
I hear him shuffling around in there before he swings open the bedroom door, glaring at me. “Can you not call mebabewhen she’s here, please?”
I roll my eyes. “Kyran, it’s Frankie. We had a fucking threesome with her. She’s not going to say anything to anyone…”
He rubs his eyes, and I feel bad. He’s obviously stressed about this, not ready to be thrust into this situation. Which sucks because I thought we were making some progress only minutes ago.
Why does it always feel like one step forward, two steps back with him?
Frankie starts pounding on the door. “Are you bitches really just gonna leave me out here?!”
Growling, I stomp over to the door, opening it fast and letting her impatient ass inside. “Jesus, Frankie. Be a little bit more of a nuisance, why don’t you.”
“I’m sorry. But this couldn’t wait.” She flings her face in Kyran’s direction, grinning while he shifts awkwardly on his feet. “Hi, Ky. How are you doing, precious?”
He scowls at her, but it’s nowhere near as intimidating as usual when he’s blushing at the fact that she obviously knows why he’s here.
“Can you leave him alone, please?” I rumble. “What’s the issue?? We were just about to eat…”
“Okay, well, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news while you two are cozied up playing house…” She pulls her vape out of her coat pocket and rips a long drag. “But I just thought you might like to know that Zeb found your OnlyFans.”
“He what?!” Kyran barks, eyes widening in terror.
“Kyran, will you please just go eat your food?” I hiss at him. “I’m handling this.” He pins me with a glare, and I gulp, instantlybackpedaling. “I’m sorry, baby.” I try to rub his shoulder, but he rips away from me. “That was rude… I didn’t mean it. I just don’t want you to worry, okay? Enjoy your dinner—”
“Avi, I don’t care about the fucking dinner!” he seethes.
“Baby.” Frankie pouts. “You two are so cute together.”
“You, shut up.” I point at her, then return to Kyran, who’s clearly freaking out, and I need to get a handle on it. “Zeb is one of my best friends, Kyran. He won’t tell anyone, I swear to God.” I peer at Frankie for confirmation. “Right?”
She nods firmly. “Totally. Zeb would never say anything.” Kyran’s shoulders un-hunch just a bit. Until Frankie adds, “But I think I should also tell you that he found it because a friend of his sent him the link…”
“What friend?” I gasp. “Do they go to BC??”
Frankie gives us both a sympathetic look, purposely not responding, which answers the question for her. My face drops into my hands.
“Holy fuck…” Kyran whispers. “This is it. My life is fucking over…”
“No. No, no, no, I wouldn’t say that,” Frankie tries to pacify him, but it’s obviously not working. “It’s just a couple people. And it doesn’t mean anyone’s gonna find out it’syou!”
She shouts the words after him, because now he’s storming around the dorm.
“What are you doing?” I ask him nervously while he emerges from the bedroom with his phone in his hand.
“Deactivating the Twitter,” he grunts, fingers visibly shaking as he taps on the screen. “You need to do yours too. Right fucking now, Avi. I’m not kidding.”
I nod slowly. “Okay…”
Pulling my phone out, I open the Twitter app and pull up myBackwardz_Capaccount.Two-hundred thousand followers, down the drain.
Jesus… No wonder people are figuring this shit out. We’re in the top .3 percent of OnlyFans…
“Alright, it’s deactivated,” I tell him, and he shakes his head like he’s not satisfied.
“Now the Fans…” he demands, and I have to gape at him for a second.
“Kyran… Just hold on. Can’t we just… talk about this for a minute?”
“Talkabout it??” he shouts. “What is there to talk about?! Avi, this is mylife. My fucking future is on the line here!”
