Page 195 of For the Fans
Kyran…
If they find out he was in those videos with me, he’ll lose everything.
Fuck me. This is not good.
“That’ll be all for now,” Dean Perkins says, sort of shooing me away. “We’ll be in touch.”
Standing up slowly, I glare at her from across the desk.Call me crazy, but I don’t think this lady likes me very much.
I leave her office in a fog of stress, heading back to Frankie’s. Zeb is coming over with a suit for me to wear to the banquet tonight, since I don’t own one. But now that I’m suspended, I’m not sure if I’ll even be welcome at the banquet.
Whatever. I’m still going. Fuck that.I need to see Kyran. Plus, I’m a member of that goddamn team, whether they want me there or not.
When I get back to Frankie’s, my anxiety is at an all-time high. Unfortunately, it seems that it’s only going to get worse.
“Oh my God!” Zeb squawks at me the second I step through the door. “What happened??”
“What are you talking about…?” I mutter, choosing to wait for him to tell me why he’s freaking out before I drop the news that I’m suspended pending allegations that I’ve been running a fucking porn studio out of my dorm.
“Did you get kicked out of school??” Frankie hustles over, clear worry on her face.
“What would make you think that?” I ask as my entire body stiffens.
How do they already know?? This is not good…
Someone’s out here running their fucking mouth, and when I find out who it is, I’m gonna lose my shit.
“Everyone’s talking about it,” Zeb says, watching me closely while I pull out my pen and take a long drag to calm my nerves. “They’re saying you got suspended because of your OnlyFans. For making porn on campus…”
“Allegedly,” I correct him, smoking even more; deeper.
I need to get rid of this anxiety. I’m fucking shaking.
“So it’s true?” Frankie frowns.
“They’re launching an investigation,” I grumble. “To prove that the account belonged to me, and that I was making the videos on school property.”
“And if they find it?” She blinks over wide eyes.
I shrug. “Then I’ll be expelled. And so will anyone who… participated.” I give her a solemn look. “If they can identify that person…”
“But I thought you said the guy you were with doesn’t go here?” Zeb jumps in.
I stare at him for a second. “He doesn’t. I’m just… saying…”
“This is fucked…” Frankie rubs her face.
“Well, maybe they won’t figure out it was you,” Zeb tries with the positivity. “The account is closed, so it’s not like they can access any of your content. All they probably have are screengrabs from whoever the fuck has been ratting you out.”
“Yea, and that’s another thing,” I grunt, aggressively brushing my hair out of my eyes. “Who the fuck is giving them all this information?? I mean, what have I done to anyone in this school? I’m basically invisible. Why do they want to take me down so bad?”
“Jealousy is a bitch,” Zeb sighs. Straightening his shoulders, he takes me by the arm. “Let’s not worry about this right now. I need to dress you up and make you all pretty for the ball!”
I can’t help but laugh. I love this kid for making me smile when everything in my life is crashing down around me.
“It’s not aball.” I roll my eyes, grinning. “It’s a banquet. I hope you didn’t bring over a fucking tuxedo for me to wear…”
“No, no. Nothing like that.” He smirks. “Just my best Burberry suit, which you’ll look super hot in.”
