Page 34 of Players Love Hard
Dethroned
January Edition
New Year’s resolutions… everyone makes them, and few people stick to them. Take Jamie O’Connor’s promise to be faithful, for example. He’s been playing house with his Kappa Delta sorostitute for the last two months, and yet I spotted him with another girl.
The newspapers don’t lie, Jamie. Fess up and tell her what you did, you dirty boy. A picture is worth a thousand words…
XO,
The Queen
Irritated, I take the phone from his hand, reading it several times in horror. Shannon will kill me. She may never speak to me again.
Letting out the breath of air I hadn’t realized I was holding, I hand the phone back to Tucker. “I have to narrow down her location. The signal is somewhere in the city, but that doesn’t help. She could be anyone working from anywhere.”
“You’ll find her,” he says, more confident than me. “Or maybe we need to give her a new target.”
I shake my head. “We need to shut her down, not feed her ego. She wants power over us. We have to take it away from her.”
“How do you suggest we do that?”
“I’ll find out who she is, and when I do, we’re taking her down.”
He smirks. “I like the way you think.”
I wink and then go back to texting Shannon, hoping she’ll meet me later for coffee. I have to explain this post before she breaks up with me. Nothing happened with Cece. But the pictures on the Dethroned website prove otherwise.
Me: Meet me at Broad Street Beans at 4
Shannon: Not sure if I can leave the chapter house. We’re working on decorations for the date party.
Me: I need to tell you something
Shannon: Tell me
Me: In person
A few minutes pass without a response from Shannon, and then the message bubble appears on my screen.
Shannon: Why would you do this to me?
I stare at the picture, wondering how I will talk my way out of this situation.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What’s up?” Tucker asks, leaning over the arm of my chair.
“Shannon just sent me the picture of Cece kissing me over Christmas break.”
“Fuck…” he whispers. “What are you going to do?”
I roll my shoulders against the wooden chair. “Hell if I know. She has a pic of me kissing another woman. What can I say?”
“She kissed you,” Tucker challenges. “Not the other way around. Just explain to Shannon that Cece’s a jealous bitch, and that she has nothing to worry about.”
“Shannon won’t see it that way.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I’m afraid to look at the message from Shannon. But I do. Because I need to salvage our relationship and repair whatever damage Cece has done.
