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Cocky Evan: How’d you do on your test?
Making sure Huntley doesn’t see, I quickly text him back.
Me: I received a B. I’m so happy
Cocky Evan: I knew you could do it. Congrats, my love
Me: Thanks. It’s because of you. You helped me study.
Cocky Evan:. I’m always here to help, mi amore.
Me: I love you.
Cocky Evan: I love you, too.
Biting my lip to hide my smile, I resume typing notes.Goddamn, I’m so lucky to have Evan.
Igather my stuff when class ends and follow Sophia down the aisle. Huntley’s voice booms through the din. “Miss Whitmore. A moment of your time, please.”
I exchanged glances with Sophia. She grabs my arm, leaning into my ear and whispering, “I’ll wait outside.” Her gaze moved to Huntley, her eyes narrowing, before she releases me. “I’ll see you soon.”
After the last student files out of the room, Huntley’s eyes glitter maliciously as he looks me up and down, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sure you’re aware, but Evan Whitmore came to me last week, demanding I give you a fair grade. I can only assume he got that impression from you. I’ve been grading you fairly, Miss Whitmore. But if you have a problem with your grades, you should come to me, not Mr. Whitmore.”
A blush heats my cheeks. I had no idea Evan spoke to him until now. Although I’m momentarily stunned, it’s not surprising. Evan knows how much a good grade in this class means to me.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I refuse to back down. “I approached you after class about my grade on my last assignment. You told me to ‘come to your office and we could discuss’ before undressing me with your eyes. When I asked you what you meant by that comment, you replied it’s obvious I ‘suck my stepbrother’s dick to earn better grades in his class.’ That accusation, and what you seem to want from me, disgusted me and prevented me from going to your office.”
Huntley leans closer. “Make no mistake, Miss Whitmore, I know more than you think. While Mr. Whitmore’s threats may have worked for you and Miss Myers this time, they will no longer work. Especially now that I have proof of who you really are.”
My mouth is dry as his words echo inside my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles. “Oh, Miss Whitmore. That naïve act won’t work with me.” Whipping his phone around, he presses the green button to play a video. My eyes drop to the screen, and I gasp. It’s the video Shane recorded of me in high school.
“The next time Mr. Whitmore makes his stupid, bullshit threats, I’m sending this around the school.” His smile is full of malice. “I’m certain Preston Whitmore hasn't seen this video. He hates scandals, which is exactly what this video would become.”
Tears spill down my cheeks. “You’re a hateful bastard. Where did you get that video?”
“That’s none of your concern.” He stops the video, sliding his phone into his pocket. He reaches over, his finger gliding up my arm. “You know, you could still come to my office. I’m sure we could work something out—"
I yank away from his disgusting hand, glaring at him with pure hatred burning from my eyes. “You’re sick. You won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, yeah.” He leans forward. “Try me.”
* * *
Rushing from the classroom, tears spill down my face. Sophia looks up from her phone, her brows drawing together as she takes in my despair.
One thought keeps circulating inside my head.Where the fuck did he get that video? From Shane?
Sophia rushes over to me, concern in her voice. “What’s going on, Lexi?”
I motion for her to follow me. “I need to go to Evan’s office. Right now.”
As we walk, I tell her what happened with Huntley. Sophia gasps, anger flaring in her dark eyes. “We won’t let him get away with this. You know Evan will prevent that video from getting out.”
I nod. “I know. But at what cost? You and I both know Evan has a temper.”
“He does, but I wouldn’t worry about that. Evan’s smart. He’s not going to do something foolish.”
