It's only when the pizzas have been demolished, and all of the football players have been thoroughly dissected, do voices finally settle and peace once again reigns over the land.Sheesh. You would seriously think these girls were discussing world politics or global warming by how fiercely debated some of these exchanges were.Once the conversation turns to the men's lacrosse team, I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I have zero interest in listening to them break down the lax players in the same manner they did the football team.And I don't want them asking any more in-depth questions about Sam. For the time being, I want to keep our relationship all to myself. What we do is private, and the last thing I need is a bunch of girls wanting to know how he is in bed. When I finally make it back from the bathroom, Caroline holds my phone in the palm of her hand. Four girls are crowded around her, staring at the screen. As I move further into the room, they simultaneously glan
If I didn't know better, I'd think people were craning their necks, attempting to catch a glimpse of me as I hurry my ass across campus. What I can't figure out is if it's all in my imagination, or if something is legitimately going on.Even though there are about twenty thousand students on campus, I'm not anonymous. Barnett is a huge football school. All of the players are well-known. Even third stringers have clout around here.And I'm no third stringer.That being said, I've never commanded this kind of snap-your-head-around attention before.I don't like it.Girls point and smile as I book past them. Some wave, and a few blush when eye contact is made. Then there are the others. Ones who are more brazen, who give me wolfish grins as their gazes run down the length of me. I have half a mind to stop and ask what the hell is going on, but I don't because I rolled out of bed late this morning. I was too cranked up after that phone call with Violet to fall asleep last nig
As I push my way through the locker room doors, I yank out my earbuds. It was the only way I could drown out all the people catcalling my name. If I hadn't tuned it out, I would have totally lost my shit. And this situation is fucked up enough without me adding to it by going off the deep end.As I drop my bag onto the bench, my eyebrows lower, and a growl of displeasure rumbles up from my chest as I catch sight of an eight-by-ten picture of my naked ass taped to the locker. I grab the photo, ripping it down before crumpling and hurtling it clear across the room.Fuckers.Ignoring the guys who are already getting into their gear, I focus on pulling out my pads and suiting up.From the corner of my eye, I catch Dylan and Roan walk into the room before heading in my direction. Their lockers flank mine. I swear, if either of them makes one joke about the situation, I will unleash the fucking beast I keep locked up tight. Just because I seem easygoing and amicable doesn't mean I
My heart sits in my throat. He won't return any of my calls or text messages. It's not like Sam to ignore me. In all the years I've known him, there has never been this kind of stereo silence between us.The more time that slips by, the more anxious I become. I just about died when I woke up this morning and saw that picture. The picture I snapped when he was sleeping has now been splashed across Instagram and Facebook, not to mention a few websites that are solely devoted to the Barnett football players. In case I hadn't already seen it first thing this morning, a ton of people thoughtfully forwarded the picture to me.I could only sit and stare in horror.I mean...I took that picture.It had been private.Meant solely for me.Sam hadn't even been aware that I'd snapped it. Which, yeah, makes this situation a bazillion times worse.So much worse.No matter how long I sit here racking my brain, I can't figure out how it ended up online. How the hell did someone get thei
I can't believe this!My mind somersaults. Bile rises in my throat until there's a good possibility I'll be sick.She shakes her head before her shoulders slump. Her voice is thick with regret. "I wasn't paying attention and I thought they were looking at something on Caroline's phone. It wasn't until you came back from the bathroom and she handed it to you that I realized it was yours they'd been messing around with." "Mia!" I groan, "She must have forwarded the picture to herself before spreading it all over campus!""I know," she whispers. "I'm so sorry, Vi. I was talking with Sasha about a class and wasn't paying attention to what they were doing."My body shakes with anger. "You realized they'd been looking at my phone when she handed it back, right?"Guilt flickers across her face before she drops her gaze to her fingers, which are twisting in her lap. "Yeah, but-""Why didn't you say something right away? I could have gone and...and..." I swallow down the thi
Even though the entire first floor is lit up, the house itself is eerily silent as I slip inside my family's home. This has been one hell of a long-ass day. Fending off comments, and the determined girls who chased after me to sign their photographs, is the most messed up thing that has ever happened to me.By the time I got to practice, I wanted to work myself over so I could stop thinking about all this bullshit. And Violet.For the life of me, I can't wrap my brain around why she would do something like this. If I didn't know better...if her bag wasn't in the shot...if I didn't remember the morning we woke up naked in my bed...I could easily conjure up another plausible explanation, but I can't.It was her.After inspecting the photograph carefully, I'm certain that it happened after the morning we made love for the first time. The memory now feels tainted.I still haven't returned any of her calls or text messages. It's killing me to avoid her. And yet, I can't bring m
Even though it feels like I've been put through the ringer today, I have one last stop to make before I can drag myself home for the night. No matter how bad I suspected it would go with my parents, it exceeded expectations and ended up being ten times worse. The idea that I'm what tarnishes my father's otherwise spotless political reputation makes me feel like a real piece of shit.That's the first time I've ever skulked out of my own house. All I want to do is head back to the apartment, crawl into bed, and crash for a solid fifteen hours. I want to avoid everyone until this thing blows over.But I can't do that.I need to talk with Violet.I need her to do the impossible and make what happened today-what she did-somehow okay.Today has been the longest we've ever gone without speaking. What's worse is that Violet is the one person I turn to when I need sound advice or someone to listen. She's the one I wrap myself up in when I want to forget about the rest of the world.
I wait for her to walk inside before silently trailing after her. My hands stay shoved in my pockets. I think we're both thrown off by the way I keep to myself. Her movements are stilted as she sets her bag down on the couch in the small common area in the suite.Even though Mia doesn't appear to be home, we head to the privacy of her bedroom. Once inside, she settles on the edge of the bed before her gaze lifts to mine. Instead of dropping down next to her, I grab the chair from her desk and turn it around so I can face her.The tiny spark of hope in her eyes dims as I continue to keep my distance. Violet may not realize it, but it kills me not to reach out and touch her. I want to hold her in my arms and make this all go away."Sam," her voice is scraped low and hollowed out with enough regret to leave me wincing, "I'm so sorry."I search her eyes and shake my head, trying to wrap my mind around what could have possessed her to do something like this. "You took that photo