He signals for his wingers to spread out, Alec takes the hint and rockets into motion, getting ready for whatever the brunette has up his sleeve, but Marcelo and his boys see it at the same time and are immediately on it.
The boys fight for the puck and it's so close that I think I might need Blake’s glasses to see what’s going on down on the ice but a loud buzzer goes off signaling a goal has been scored and that the game is over.
The crowd is silent for a still moment before loud cheers and cries of joy burst through the arena. Waves of blue and orange soar into the air as everyone from SFU cheers for their home team.
And on the big jumbotron above, Blake cheers with his boys, holding up Jacob’s stick.
Jacob, the freshman, scored the game winning shot.
Just as I’m about to stand and cheer with the rest of the arena, my phone buzzes. I tense at the reminder of tonight not being truly over and sigh as I read over the text.
Cupid
IP address of the blackmailer. Do you by chance know a Karmen Tate?
All the blood in my body chills.
I can feel her steel gray eyes watching me from a few rows behind.
My eyes lock with Karmen and it all comes back to me.
The way her face changed after I told her about everything that night. The long lingering gazes she would send Marcelo when we’d be out together and the way she would almost always find a way to interrupt our dates.
Shewas the one blackmailing me, nothimand I know exactly how she did it.
Karmen’s tech savvy. She’s always been good with computers and it was one of my favorite things about her. Having a roommate that was a computer science major was the best thing in the world for me because not only was she good at fixing our Netflix when it glitched, she could also hack into private internet servers when we were out and needed to use wifi. I’d never thought to think about her leaking the tape because she’d never been that big in my mind.
Shewasmy friend.
But why would she do this to me? I was nothing but nice to her. My blood boils to a level so hot I think the earth's core and I are battling for the hottest thingin the world.
I don’t waste any time in approaching her and I don’t know what’s come over me as I do, but I do know that I am done with all of this. I’m done with the threats, the constant looking over my shoulder, and I’m done with this coward.
“It was you, you did this to me?! What the fuck is your problem?!” I yell, stopping in front of her.
Karmen’s face is shocked as she looks down at me, she folds her arm over her chest and scoffs then looks at her friend. It’s then that I notice she’s befriended all of the people that I thought were my friends all those months ago and I see red.
“I said what the fuck is your—”
“You want to know my problem?” She stands, her eyes cold and daring as she snarls at me. “I fuckinghateyou. He wasminefirst.Iwas the one that introduced you two and then little Ms. Pink Bows and Donuts, Cleora fucking Jones just had to waltz in and steal my man—my fucking life.” She spits.
“Your life? Karmen I didn’t even know you—”
“But didn’t you?! It was obvious that I loved Marcelo, he was my best friend and then you had the nerve to date him. The nerve to flaunt him and then fuck in the room three doors down. So, yeah, I took the tape from his computer and yeah I fucking texted you but so what!? What you did was so much worse, Cleora. I had everything taken away by you.” Karmen’s chest heaves, her red hair is like fire as she spouts nonsense at me.
“But what made you post it?! I was quiet. I walked around formonths, looking over my shoulder like a pathetic bitch because you were too much of a coward to talk to me! You exposed me!” I shout, not caring who can hear.
My skin feels as if there’s claws gnawing at my throat but I don’t back down. I need to hear this and I need to talk to this bitch face to face.
“I wasn’t going to at first but thenyou left. And you just wouldn’t leave him alone. It didn’t matter if you moved to butt fuck Summerfield, Maryland. It didn’t matter that you got new friends or became whatever you are because you werealwaysthere. He’d fucking talk about you nonstop as ifyoudidn’t leave. But it was the day that idiot Blake or Jake or whatever his name is posted you two on the beach looking happier than anything that I snapped. You were neversupposed to be happy. Do you know that Marcelo saw that picture and texted youthirtytimes? Did you know that I had to be the one to tell him not to worry aboutyou?!So, yeah. I got fucking livid and I posted it. But you’ve done so much worse,” She seethes.
Is this bitch crazy?
“Woah you posted the tape? Marce was worried shitless about it—” Katy, one of my ex-friends and roommate looks horrified as she stands up with Maria, the other girl we’d shared a dorm with.
“He’ll be fine, it’s not like his face was in it—”
“You sick bitch.” I chuckle humorlessly and before I can say a word, a fist is sent soaring past me and straight into Karmen’s eye.
