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“Funny prank on the new girl today,” Kramer said while we played catch on the sideline, warming up his arm.
“I wouldn’t know,” I lied. No one could wait to see what would happen to her next. I wished I was more into it. But high school shit had gotten old. The people. The conversations. The bullshit. I’d be out of Windham in a few months, and there wasn’t a single person in this town I’d miss other than my brothers. And once I was gone, I’d never look back.
“I’d hook up with her,” Kramer continued.
I clenched my teeth as I caught his pass. “She’s our housekeeper’s daughter.”
“I’m not opposed to slumming it,” he said. “Especially when she’s got a tight little body like that.”
I fired the football right into his gut.
“Oomph,” he gasped as he missed the football and it bounced to the ground.
“Keep your hands ready at all times,” I said, annoyed by my reaction to his comment.
“Dude, you hummed it at me,” he whined.
“A good quarterback is always ready for the unexpected.”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed the football off the ground, continuing our warm-up.
CHAPTER 17
Grace
I managed to stay off everyone’s radar the next day. At least I hoped I had. At lunch, I found my spot at the “poor kid” table. They didn’t whisper or laugh when I sat down. They didn’t even acknowledge that I sat there, which was fine by me. I texted with Holly, knowing she would make me laugh. And her texts always made me laugh. In between texts with her, I checked my email to see if there was anything from the Tampa Marine Life Rescue Center regarding the summer internship I applied for. But just like every other day, there wasn’t.
The cafeteria began to buzz around me. I glance up from my phone to find too many people looking at me. I glanced behind me hoping they were looking at someone else, but those people looked my way too.
“Grace,” someone whisper-shouted.
I spotted Sawyer standing just outside the doorway. He looked nervous and gestured me over. I left my lunch on the table and hurried out of the cafeteria to him. “What’s up?”
“You can’t freak out,” he said.
“About what?”
“Just promise you won’t freak out,” he pleaded, his eyes concealing something I couldn’t discern.
My nerves flared to life. “Okay, you’re scaring me.”
He clutched his phone in his hand. “Just know this could be a hundred times worse.”
“What could?”
He held out his phone and a video of me pulling off my gym shirt in the changing room played on loop to a song that was likely the background music for a stripper’s grand finale.
A cold chill rushed up my spine. “Where did that come from?”
“Someone posted it online.”
“Well, take it down!” I demanded.
“I didn’t post it.”
“Well, who did? We need to find them.” I was beginning to get frantic. “You can make them take it down. You’re a Grayson, right?”
He shook his head, the regret heavy in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Grace. Unless I know who did it—which I don’t, it’s out there.”
