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I whimper as our pace gets faster, and I feel and hear her breathe hard, in and out as the friction turns heavenly.
And this isn’t even all we can do to each other. “God,” I pant.
She hovers over my mouth. “Come to my shitty house tonight,” she demands. “Sweat with me between the sheets?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
I want to sneak out. Into a dark place with Olivia Jaeger and do things.
All night.
But then a voice pierces the air. “Oh, I know!” someone says.
I pop my eyes open, stopping. What?
Giggles and laughter follow, and I hear the creak of the locker room door.
Oh, shit. Ice courses down my veins as everything goes cold. This can’t…
I can’t…
Oh my God.
Another voice follows. “And then he was like…”
Fuck!
I push at Olivia. “Get off me.”
She stumbles back, and I reach under my skirt, pulling up my underwear.
Jesus Christ. I’m just a world of stupid today, aren’t I? Anyone could’ve seen us.
I step back over to my locker, avoiding Liv’s gaze as I check myself in the mirror, righting my clothes again and tightening my ponytail.
I see the wet wipes on the floor and kick the package back over to her.
Sweat seeps out of my pores as girls round the corner just in time, and I look up, seeing Amy and Krisjen.
They stop, bags slung over their shoulders as their eyes dart from me to Olivia, noticing us there.
“Hey,” Amy says.
Both of them stare at Liv, struggling to contain their smiles until Amy finally breaks down in laughter like the cat that ate the canary. Another punch of guilt hits me about the video. I cast a glance at Olivia and see her ignoring all of us as she pulls on a short, black leather jacket.
She won’t meet my eyes.
“Are you okay?” Krisjen asks me, giving my back a sympathetic brush of her hand as she passes to her locker.
The knots in my stomach start to ease. I don’t think anyone saw us.
The last time they saw me was when I was walked with Jaeger to the front office after the fight, so I’m sure they want to make sure I’m not in trouble.
“Are you kidding?” I steel my spine and swipe my finger under my eye, fixing my eyeliner. “Nothing is tastier than a piece of cake.”
They both laugh at my jibe, and I dart my eyes up again, finally catching Olivia’s.
Her head is turned toward me, staring at me with a mixture of pride and wrath.
Someone clears their throat, and I blink, seeing Amy turned toward Olivia.
“Would you mind?” Amy asks her.
Liv looks over her shoulder at her.
“I don’t feel comfortable changing in front of you,” Amy explains.
I clench my jaw.
But Liv remains silent.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to dull the embarrassment for Liv and tell Amy no one wants to look at her pancake nipples, but…
I don’t. Liv stands there for a moment, as if waiting for something, but I just ignore her and finish touching up my face.
Her locker door slams closed, and I jerk, seeing her move out of the corner of my eye and walk toward me.
She strolls past, knocking my shoulder with hers as she goes. “Don’t cross the tracks.”
And then she’s gone, her threat hanging in the air as the locker room fills with the P.E. class coming in.
I almost laugh. She’s rescinding her invitation for Night Tide, I guess.
Lucky for her, I love getting on her bad side.
“CLAY.”
I draw in a breath, pulling my head out of the clouds where it always seems to be now, and turn around.
“Take these to the kitchen,” my mother says.
I take the tray, the empty bowls on top clanking together as I carry them away.
Fondue with Father is one of the many dumb alliteration-inspired events Omega Chi sponsors every year, members of the alumni never missing an opportunity to sweep back into town to support the sorority and the school.
And maybe show off that new Birkin, of course.
I toss a glance over my shoulder, seeing poor Father McNealty drowning in a sea of moms, daughters, aunts, and grandmothers, all of them wanting to hear about how that new collection of first editions to the library they donated is making all the difference, or if their ‘hefty’ contribution was used to buy new buses or the latest computers.
The latest computers… I shake my head, dropping the tray onto the counter and hearing a dish break just as I turn and leave. I keep walking.
The best athletic equipment, the highest-quality organic food in the cafeteria, the most state-of-the-art science lab…
On-site tutors, language learning, counseling, and college prep.
Liv Jaeger benefits heavily from the people she loves to look down on. Her family makes no donations, and although our tuition is steep, it would never be enough to cover the overhead Marymount incurs if you figure in utilities, taxes, salaries, staff… These women here, however shallow to her, are necessary to the success of the school that helped her get into fucking Dartmouth.
