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“Ezra, he is a TA, plays in a local band, they are pretty good. He might be able to help.”
As Ashton starts going off about the band, my tone brings his attention back to the matter at hand.
“I don’t care how you know him. Do you think that he can help us?”
Rodney cuts me off, bringing up a valid point none of us have considered.
“Do you really want another guy to watch a video of us fucking Kennedy?”
We all mutter curses under our breath, never considering that thought. While we are all okay sharing Kennedy, none of us wants anyone else to see or have her. Fatigue is setting in, and we aren’t going to get anywhere right now.
“Let’s discuss this tomorrow; hopefully, after some sleep, we can figure something out,” I say, continuing to run through our connections and how to track the sender down.
Ashton looks over at Kennedy’s prone form. “What do we tell the Duchess?”
The rest of us turn to glance at Kennedy. Rubbing a hand across the back of my neck, my tone deflated.
“She won’t be happy that we are keeping it from her, but we say nothing until we know more. We need to act like we never saw the message, continue to act like we have been. We can’t let on that this is affecting us in any way. The sender may mess up, and we will be able to catch them. We’re going to have to be more diligent about who is around if and when we fuck her outside of these four walls.”
“Do you think the Pussy Patrol is behind this? This seems like something they would do,” Callum adds.
Rodney is quick to deny them as a suspect. “They don’t have the patience for this. They would have released it to everyone, not play a game of secrecy.”
The guys are hesitant to agree, but this is our best course of action for now. Dread pools in my stomach. I might have to tell my father about this, so he is prepared for it.
Can’twaitfor that conversation.
CHAPTERFORTY-SEVEN
The guys have all been acting strangely over the past five weeks. It started the night they had me tied up and shared my body. Having finals to study for has kept me busy and too distracted to bring it up. At least one of the guys has stayed glued to my side whenever we aren’t in class. Rodney and I share so many classes; most of the time, it’s him that’s with me. They have also continued to make me eat, as opposed to living on coffee.
Kassidy and I are meeting for lunch to celebrate the end of the semester and finals. This is the last chance to spend time with her as the five of us leave for Pittsburgh in the morning. A court date for my father was finally set, and Mr. Worthington was able to get Father a new lawyer.
We decided to go back to Bar Aphrodisiac since their burgers are so good
While waiting for our food, Kassidy tries to keep my mind off the upcoming trial by talking about anything and everything. Once the waitress drops off our food, the talking is paused as we concentrate on eating.
As we leave the building, my shoulder is slammed, almost knocking me off my feet. Looking up, Danica and her squad are glaring at me. I have had enough of her bullshit. Squaring my shoulders, trying to make myself as large as possible, I step toe to toe with her.
“What is your problem? You have been a spiteful bitch since I have arrived on campus,” my loud words are drawing a lot of attention.
Danica sneers at me, speaking loudly, gaining more attention to us.
“You are my problem, you hussy. You stole Gareth away from me. The worst part was that you couldn’t just fuck him—you had to start fucking them all. So, we all lost our boyfriends, and it’s all your fault.”
This chick is delusional. A giggle bubbles up in my chest, slowly increasing into a full-on belly laugh that is oddly cathartic. All of the stress weighs on my shoulders the longer I carry on. Once the laughter starts, it won’t stop. The mean girls start to give each other strange looks, not sure how to handle my reaction to them. After several minutes, my laughter tapers back down to giggles, and my voice is high-pitched as I speak in between.
“Let me understand this because this topic has been discussed several times with your so-called boyfriends. The four of you planned to attend a different school. However, once you discovered that Gareth, Callum, Ashton, and Rodney were coming to Groveton, you decided to follow them, as if chasing them around high school for four years wasn’t enough.
“I know that not one of them has fucked any of you. Not once have any of the four guys mentioned going out on a date, let alone claiming that you are in any relationship. Soplease, explainexactlyhow I told them from you when you didn’t have them to start with?”
Cecelia joins the yelling match, catching me off-guard a little with her words. “I will have you know, I have had Callum.”
Five heads swivel in her direction, my laughter completely gone now. My hands are on my hips as my eyes squint at her. My tone is icy.
‘When and where?”
Cecelia’s face turns beet red, and she seems to regret speaking with all eyes focused on her. She stutters, not answering the question. Suddenly, Danica’s anger is focused on her.
