“Ew. Knowing some of the guys around here, maybe?” She eyes my phone like it’s a venomous snake. “Some of those dicks are funky. You’d think they’d want to keep it to themselves.”
That makes me snort with laughter, and our art teacher, Ms. Simpson, wanders over to check on us. I drop my eyes to the clay sculpture I’m working on and pick up a tool to score a pattern in it.
When she walks away, I look back up, catching Daphne’s eye. “I can’t imagine they are all texting from burner phones. I could probably figure out exactly who sent them if I really wanted to—if the thought of knowing who they are and which dick belongs to whom didn’t make me want to upchuck my lunch.”
“Yeah. Doesn’t seem all that wise to me, but then again, Roses don’t have to be smart. They just have to have the money and the family ties to get them in. We’re the only ones who have to have brains around here. Kind of pathetic.” She sighs.
“So, the biggest question—who wrote my number in the bathrooms? Very few people have my number. You and Max, of course, but I trust both of you to not have handed it out.”
“Whoever stole your phone. Or whoever had enough brainpower to get past your security code.” Daphne’s eyes flick up to me from where she’s smoothing her fingers over her sculpture. “You had a passcode set, right?”
“Yeah, of course.” It’s the date my mom died—the date my life changed forever. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“You sure are attracting plenty of attention around here. I’m thankful I slid in unnoticed last year.”
“Right?” I study her sculpture more carefully, then lower my voice. “Daph? Why does your sculpture look like a huge dick?”
She covers her mouth with both hands, eyes widening. Visibly trying not to lose it, she says, “Oh my God, it does, doesn’t it? Must be subconsciously channeling all of those photos on your phone.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, your dick looks better than anything that’s on my phone, that’s for damn sure.” I laugh under my breath.
Chapter 16
With the exception of the dick pics continuously coming in on my phone, things have been fairly quiet—meaning Xander has mostly left me alone. There’s been a look here and there, during and between classes, but nothing major.
And I can’t help it, but I find myself seeking him out and wondering why he’s all up in my business one minute and ignoring me the next.
I must be some kind of idiot to want his attention.Seriously stupid.
On my way in from practice, I run past the football field and the minute I’m noticed, a whoop goes up from the team. What’s going on doesn’t click until they start whistling at me, making all sorts of lewd remarks.
“I’ve got a big one for you, Scarlett!”
“Check out my beast of a cock!”
“Ten inches, right here, babe!”
My face heats as I listen to them, and out of the corner of my eye, I notice a bunch of them thrusting their pelvises and grabbing at themselves.
Oh. My. God. Where the hell is their coach?
The only thing to do is keep running.Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
Another guy shouts, “Get down on your knees for me, pretty baby! Lemme fuck that sweet mouth!”
The next thing I know, I’m airborne. I must have tripped over my own two feet and gone flying. I go down hard on my knees right in front of the whole fucking football team. I land sprawled on my stomach in the grass. After the shock subsides, I give a low moan of embarrassment.
One of the players shouts, “Well, the note in the bathroom said she gives good head, but apparently, she can’t run for shit!” There’s a good amount of howling and laughter in response to that comment. I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole.
Fuck. My. Life.
So much for not calling attention to myself.
I drag air into my lungs and force my arms and legs to move, shifting up to my hands and knees, then back onto my feet. I’m going to be sore as hell later.
The whoops and hollers continue as I limp away, but I tune them out.Nothing but a rude bunch of assholes at this school.
When I get inside, I head straight for the athletic trainer’s office to get ice for my knees. They are already bruised and swelling.