Page 14 of Under Her

“Wilder! What is on the back of your shirt?”

I stop at the shrill tone of my mom’s voice, my eyes jerking in her direction. “What?” I ask, confused.

“Your shirt!” Mom starts to advance on me, clear anger in her eyes.

My shirt? What the hell is she talking about?

Before my mom can reach me, I turn to look at myself in the wall mirror on the other side of my office. As I move, I see Chrissy’s wide eyes, her lips pressed tightly together. I catch sight of my dad, and his fist is pressed to his lips. He’s clearly fighting laughter.

What the fuck is going on?

Then, I hear Morgan gasp. I swing my eyes back to hers, and the warmth that was in them has been replaced with barely concealed disgust.

What the hell is happening here right now?

Pulling my eyes from Morgan, I turn my back to the mirror, looking at it over my shoulder, trying to see what everyone else is seeing, and—

No. That can’t be. Surely not.

I squint my eyes, trying to take in what I’m seeing. I back up, so I’m closer to the mirror, my eyes glued to it, and all too soon, it becomes clear.

“What the hell?” I hiss.

How did that get there?

Well, I have a pretty good idea how it got there. I just don’t know when it was put there. Or why the fuck someone would do that.

How the hell did I not see this when I was getting dressed?

I know I was bleary-eyed, and the room was semidark, but it’s not like you can frigging miss it.

Because written there, on the back of my light-gray shirt, in clear black ink is…

Last night was incredible! You really are Wild. ;)

Call me if you want to fuck again.

847-206-7841

xoxo

Holy. Frigging. Hell.

Morgan

Thirteen Years Ago

Sitting in my seat in the front row of the lecture hall, I try to listen as Professor George starts to talk, but my neck is sore and aching. I roll my head, hand pressed to the back of my neck, trying to ease the pressure.

It doesn’t work.

My neck is stiff because I spent the night on the floor of my best friend, Joely’s, dorm room—and not by choice.

Joely and I had gone to high school together, and we’d decided to come to Northwestern together. We’d agreed that we’d room separately, so we could meet new people.

Joely had gotten an awesome roommate—Hannah.

I’d gotten the roommate from hell—Tori.