Page 229 of Ruthless Court

She reads it aloud.

CLASSMATE OR CRUSH?

The options are:

Study buddy?

Secret girlfriend?

Basketball genius?

Random fan who got lucky?

Basketball genius is winning.

Barely.

I pull the blanket over my head.

“I’m transferring.”

“To where?” Lila asks.

“Somewhere without cameras.”

“Wyoming?”

“Too many sports.”

“A convent?”

“I’d have to check the Wi-Fi.”

Noor sits on the edge of my bed.

“People will move on.”

“When?”

“The next time an athlete gets caught doing something stupid.”

“That could happen before lunch,” Lila says.

I shove the blanket down.

The picture is already spreading. Another account has zoomed in on Kane pointing toward me after his steal. A third uses slow motion to show me shaking my head at one of his drives.

Someone added dramatic music.

I look like an angry substitute teacher reviewing a disciplinary hearing.

“I am never wearing those glasses again.”

Noor glances at the frames on my nightstand.

“You need them.”

“I’ll go blind.”