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Unknown: I bet you thought your life was perfect. You fucked with mine. Now I’m fucking with yours
There are pictures loading, and while the little downloading circle continues to spin, so does my stomach. Then, I see what the two images are. They are pictures from my first date with Brady. When we were in his back yard.
Naked.
You can see everything. My body was covering most of Brady’s, but there is no question what we were doing. I drop my phone and run back to my bathroom to throw up.
This can’t be happening. I waited until I was eighteen years old to lose my virginity, and some creep was watching us. Someone has pictures of us. My stomach hurls again, and I stay in the bathroom with my head in the toilet for the next ten minutes.
I can hear Chloe beeping the horn.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t even talk to Brady about this until the game is over. There are thirty minutes until kick-off. I know his phone is turned off now.
Was this Aria? Oh, God. Was this Darby?
Is this revenge?
Is there someone else out there that has been watching us?
What’s going to happen to the pictures? Will the entire school see them?
Will they get uploaded to the internet? Can they get uploaded to a porn site?
Oh, my God. Will the paparazzi get them?
Chloe beeps the horn again. Shit. I’ve got to pull myself together until I can talk to Brady. We’ll figure this out. But, God, I don’t want to have to tell my Dad this. Will he have to see the pictures?
Will my brothers?
I’m not surprised when I hear the side door close, then Chloe yelling, “Come on, Nat. I don’t want to miss kick-off. Hurry your cute little ass up.”
“I’ll be right down.” Splashing water on my face and gargling mouth wash is the best I’m gonna be able to do right now. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
I head down the steps, grabbing my phone from where I dropped it. “Hey. You okay, Nat? You look a little off.”
“Yeah. I’m good. Just tired. I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night.” I hate lying to Chloe, but I’ve got to talk to Brady first. These pictures are just as bad for him as they are for me. Shit. Will these affect his scholarship?
“Gross. I don’t need to hear what you and Brady did last night instead of sleeping. If we lose today because our quarterback is dead on his feet, it’s going to be all your fault.” She’s laughing, but I’m not.
We barely get to the game before kick-off and decide to stand where Dad and I have been standing whenever he’s been with me.
I’ve been watching Aria. Looking to see if she is acting different.
Did she send me those pictures?
Did Darby?
I keep looking around, expecting some big bad villain to jump out of the crowd, but no one does. My head is swimming with the weight of my phone, but I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.
I know it’s a tight game because I can see the scoreboard. I hear the announcers speaking but couldn’t tell you a word they are saying. I keep cycling through the same questions over and over in my head.
What the hell am I going to do?
What is my dad going to say?
What is Brady going to think?
Chloe calls me out on my mood halfway through the second quarter. “Are you even paying attention to the game, Nat? You seem like you are a million miles away. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
