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“Stop. Don’t read that, Harper.” She took the phone from me but I didn’t need to hold it to have the words still burned into my brain.
She’s not as tight as she once was but she’s still fun for a quick suck. You can fuck her faceandJake Callahan over all at the same time! What better way to celebrate our win over USC?!
“I’ll hack that fucker to hell and back. I’m going to ruin his life and make his mother sorry she spread her legs to his dad. I swear to god, Harper, I won’t rest until I make Jake Callahan wish he’d never been born.” Casey slammed her laptop shut and stood up. “I need to get to my apartment. I can do more with my system there.”
“I’m coming.”
51.
***Carter***
“One more! Just one more!” Vance slapped me on the back and grinned. “We fought as a team so we party as a team!”
I couldn’t say no to the guy. He’d done more than his part in taking down Jake. It’d been beautiful to see his giant body sack Jake again and again. I looked over at the table I was sharing with Dylan and Silas and nodded. “One more! That’s it, though.”
I chugged my last beer of the night and fist bumped Vance. He was drunk enough that he let me slip away without a demand for more beer. Everyone was drunk and having a great time. How could they not be? We’d taken Jake down. As much as I normally would’ve been all over the idea of getting wasted and acting a fool, I had something better waiting for me at home.
I stopped next to our table and rapped my knuckles against the top. “We’ve done our part.”
Dylan swore and nodded. “Thank fuck. I just want to get home and show Harper-”
“What the fuck?” Silas sat up, phone in hand, and I watched as his face went from angry to something beyond furious. I’d never seen him turn the shade of red he’d turned.
I leaned over to see his screen. “What’s up?”
“Check your fucking school email. What the actual fuck? How?!” Silas shoved his phone at me and turned on Dylan. “Did you send that fucking message?”
The loud bar faded to nothing as I read the words under the picture. It was the calm before the storm and it only lasted until someone knocked into me from behind and laughed obnoxiously loud.
“I’m calling right now!” I didn’t recognize the drunk asshole behind me but I saw the same picture of Harper with us on his phone. “I knew that uppity bitch was just a whore all along.”
I saw red. I grabbed his phone and crushed it in my hands before yanking the guy up by his throat and shoving him into a wall. Pinning him there, I got in his face and screamed. “Say it again! Call her that again and it’ll be the last word you ever fucking utter.”
A few guys from the team grabbed me and pulled me off the guy but I shrugged them off and spun around, seeing the phones out, knowing they were all reading the worst things about Harper. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t smash all of their phones. It was too late.
“Come on. Let’s go.” Dylan grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the exit.
“I guess I wouldn’t hate being naked with my best friend if we had a hot piece of ass between us.”
I tried to swing around to find who said it but Silas was behind me, shoving me forward.
“Cheers to Harper Monroe! She sacrificed her holes for tonight’s win!” The laughter that followed filled me with ice.
Dylan and Silas had help getting me out of the bar, though, and deep down I knew that beating the shit out of everyone in the bar wouldn’t help. Once the muggy night air filled my lungs I let out a roar of anger and shoved everyone away from me. Vance and a few of our other teammates held up their hands and backed away, doing their best to show me that they weren’t a threat.
“I didn’t mean to send it.” Dylan’s quiet voice might as well have been a shout right to my ear. His words were like shotgun blasts as they sank in. “I put my phone in my pocket and I must’ve… Jesus. It’s right there. I sent it. I did this.”
“We have to get home and try to fix this somehow.” Silas scrubbed his hands down his face before fishing his keys out of his pocket. “Come on. Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet.”
“I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry, guys. I like Harper. She’s nice.” Vance frowned. “If you need anything, let us know. We’ve got your back.”
None of us knew what the fuck we would possibly need. We couldn’t begin to understand the consequences yet.
My stomach twisted on the drive home. I was terrified of what we’d find. “We all thought about sending it.”
Dylan slammed his hand through the dash of Silas’ truck. “I fucking did it, though! I knew better. What the fuck is wrong with me? I didn’t mean to send it but I did and now… Jesus, she’s going to hate me.”
“It was an accident. We’ll explain it and we’ll do whatever we have to do to fix it.” Silas ignored the hole in his dash. “There’s no other option. We have to fix it.”
