Page 133 of Forever Relentless

It already had over a thousand likes.

Dante took the phone out of my hand, and Noah read over his shoulder.

“Who the fuck is this?” Dante asked quietly. “Hadley?”

Dustin shook his head vehemently. “Nah, she’d have told me if she was going to do this.”

He read it again, and some of the comments. “This is wild, look at some of the comments? ‘Don’t we know it’. And this one, ‘they’re all scum.’”

“Scum?” Noah sniffed. “Scum seems harsh. For all of us.”

“Players!” Coach Merriman was in the middle of the field. “Get your asses here now!”

The three of them ran back over, and I noticed I hadn’t been the only one that players had gone to, to read phones.

My phone pinged again.

Sex in the Lions’ Den. Or is it sexual assault?

Holy fuck.

I scanned the profile. TruthHurts had shared nothing other than their name and the fact that they were brand new. Their location wasn’t even there.

They had no following. How had they managed to bypass the normal BS of social media, where you needed to build a following? I checked their hashtags and saw they’d used only Wrighton’s. But that wouldn’t have zipped them to the front of the line.

I scanned the list of likes. My eyebrows rose when I saw some past players had liked it.

I texted my brother.

Me: Check out Wrighton’s social media, shit’s happening

Mason: You know I don’t give a fuck what they post about

Me: Just look Mase

A few minutes later, he texted back three laughing emojis.

When I looked up again, the media guys were gone, the practice was over, and the players were all talking as they headed to the locker room.

When I saw Coach Sutherland step out of the tunnel and make sure they were all walking past him, I would have killed to be a fly on the wall to hear what he said to them.

I packed up my stuff and headed out.

Back at my desk, I showed the two posts to Gaby, who read everything with wide eyes.

“Oh God, this is going to be a PR nightmare.” She let out a sigh, picked up her tote, and shoved her laptop inside. “I’d better get to the dean’s office and see how we counteract this.”

“Counteract it?”

She looked at me as if I’d told her the earth was flat. “Yeah. It’s our job to preserve the image of Wrighton U. This crap, ugh, it’s going to blow up.” She hesitated. “You want to come?”

“God no.”

She gave a small, condescending smile. “It’s a big job, I know.” She was almost out the door when I remembered the party tomorrow.

“Hey, Gaby, the party tomorrow night after the game, do I need—”

“Oh yeah.” She waved me off. “Coach Sutherland already told me you were going.”