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MOST BANG-ABLE GIRLS OF TRAVIS HIGH

1. Megan Brady - All around dime. Also, not a bitch.

2. Anna Marsh - Best ass.

3. Ariel Martin - Gives the best head.

4. Jennifer Argyle - Best tits.

5. Rowan Paine - 2nd best tits.

6. Hazel Piper - Best legs and lips. Worth knowing her running schedule to see her bounce and sweat. Would be higher for sheer hotness if she wasn’t Bishop leftovers.

7. Sadie Johnson - Hottest virgin. Most in need of deflowering. Will Hazel loan her a Bishop?

And the burning answer: Which Bishop brothers Piper has fucked: Clayton (full-on sex), Ronan (oral), Asher (anal), and Micah (hand job). What do we think? Next Quiz—Have they all run a train on her?

She tried to add Chief to the list, but everyone knows he hates her.

I read the last sentence twice.

Sadie had found me at my locker before first period. She stood beside me while I looked at her phone, close enough that nobody passing could see the screen.

It seemed a little late for privacy.

By Monday morning, somebody had answered the boys’ list. Apparently the question at the bottom had required research, and when research failed, imagination.

None of it was true.

That should have made it easier to look at.

Instead, I thought about Rook leaning against our kitchen counter. Ruckus carrying my backpack. Micah stealing food off my plate. All the ordinary affection I had never thought twice about until somebody decided to make it dirty.

I wasn’t going to start flinching away from them to satisfy people who had already made up their minds.

I still wanted to go home.

Sadie reached over and dimmed the screen when it brightened.

“Who posted it?” I asked.

“An account made yesterday. No name, no picture.”

Of course.

I handed her phone back. The healing scrape across my palm pulled as I released it.

Saturday night came back with embarrassing clarity. Chief crouched in front of me. The wet towel. His thumb against the inside of my wrist.

I had managed to take that home with me. Keep it. Turn it over more often than was good for me.

Everybody else had apparently taken home a different impression.

“They gave us descriptions,” Sadie said, studying the screen again. “You’d think they were trying to rehome us.”

A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

She looked up, pleased for about half a second, then put her phone away.