Page 122 of Dirty Roulette
“This is really happening?” Ryder swallows hard, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
“Yeah...”
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I step into the dorm with Naomi sitting on the edge of the bed in her cheer uniform. I did my best fixing up my hair and applying makeup. If only Charlie were here to help fix up all the frizz and blend my foundation to perfection.
“You ready for tonight?” Naomi asks with a wheezing nervous laugh and sinks her hands into her hair. “What if you mess up and get caught? How are you gonna pretend you work up there?” She releases the grip on her hair and she is a spitting image of Ace Ventura in a pink tutu, having his episode at the psych ward.
I gather my duffle bag from the floor and throw it on the bed. “Chill, I’m going to be fine.” I showcase a uniform sweater, and a worker card lanyard. I managed to snatch them from some idiot leaving their stuff at the round table in the dining hall. It was easy, I walked by and snagged the sweater hanging on the stool, and the lanyard wasin the pocket out of mere luck. No one bothered to have a second glance at me when I walked off.
“Okay, I’m just really paranoid. The girls were shit-talking in the gym after practice this morning...”
“About what?” I rub the crease of my neck.
“It’s...” She runs her tongue over her bright red lips. “It’s about your sex tape with Ryder.”
“They know about it?”
“Yeah… Brittni was so pissed off she punched a mirror and everything. She had the worst crying fit, and all these girls were comforting her with the ‘O.M.G I can’t believe he’s with the girl he cheated on you with’ drama.” Naomi flutters her cakey lashes. “She’s delusional!”
“What do you mean? Are you saying they saw it?”
“Brody posted everything back up, including your sex tape.”
“What!” I shout, my heart pattering, not from heartache but pure rage as this ongoing drama with this fucker is turning into a bloody war. “My sex tape was posted?”
Naomi gasps, covering up her mouth hanging open. “You didn’t know?!” she squeals. The dramatic squeakiness of her voice makes my ears ring.
“It wasn’t supposed to be posted, Brody removed all the content of me. Brody and Ryder agreed to it.” I stroked a trembling hand through the frizz of my hair, rattled to the marrow of my bones, but not surprised Brody would just post it. He’s had it out for me the second I told Charlie I didn’t like him.
“It was posted about two hours ago.”
I plop on my mattress and yank the charger off my phone, searching up the website. I’m still off social media and thankful I have only five contacts in my phone. I refuse to give out my number to anyone, butI’m sure that old phone number is getting blown up and I hope the random stranger who inherited it isn’t being tortured at this second.
The website takes forever to load, and the first page popping up has our video on the front page, and it plays without pressing the red arrow button. I jump with a shiver crawling up my spine as I hear my conversation with Ryder on full blast.
“I’m really sorry. I haven’t personally watched it, but from what I heard it wasn’t something super bad. Some of the girls argued that the video was definitely a personal moment between you two and shouldn’t have been shared.” Naomi shakes her head with a toothless smile.
“Ryder was super sweet the entire time...” I swallow hard, staring down at the dullness of the room, and seeing Ryder lighting up when he smiles at me. I scroll up closing the webpage the second the action starts on the video. I let out a deep breath, and stare up at the ceiling.
“Wanna hear my cherry-popping story? It’s pretty horrific. It might make you feel better.” She presses her shoulders to her cheeks and gives me a pitiful smile.
“Do I need to get my tea ready?” I ask.
Naomi leans her back against the wall, her arm resting over the knee she planted up. “Pinky promise you won’t laugh at me?” She wiggles her pinky with her fake acrylic nails.
“Oh my god, just tell me.” A chuckle slips from my lips.
“Okay,” she clears her throat with a cupped hand on her mouth. “This guy and I were dating for about a month. His parents decided to go out for the night, so I snuck in. Mind you, we were completely nervous.” Her arms flail everywhere, telling the story. Naomi is vibrant, her emotions written in the movements of her hands. “We took shots of some whiskey to calm down. Well, I was not chill. The second he putitin, it hurt so bad I pushed him off, ran away and projectile vomited all over the bathroom floor. Yeah, we stopped dating a few days later.”
My mouth drops, and I laugh. “Noo!”
“Yes!”
“You threw up all over the place?”
“It was so bad.” Her eyes stare up at the ceiling, and she chuckles between her words. “I tried to help him clean it up, but it made him throw up too.”
