Page 89 of Dirty Shots

“Of course. I’m deputy editor now, so I have a key.”

“Would it put you in a really difficult position if I asked you to sneak me in there? I have some posters I need to make, and I could do with some help pasting them all over school.”

Nadine pressed her lips together, suppressing a smirk. “Now, let me guess. This has something to do with revenge on Gavin Hollis, doesn’t it?”

Anya laughed. “You know me too well. I may just have a photograph I think the rest of school should probably see, and I’d like to accompany it with a small article about the teeny-tiny”—she held up her thumb and forefinger to demonstrate—“size of a certain football player’s penis. Of course, I won’t mention any names, as that simply wouldn’t be right, but people should probably be warned what position this guy plays in. It’s practically a public service to all the other women on campus he decides to hit on, right?”

With a mock serious expression, Nadine nodded. “Oh, absolutely. Sounds like good reporting to me, and definitely a public service.”

Anya looped her arm through her friend’s. “I knew you’d think the same way.”

Nadine laughed. “Let’s do this.”

By morning, there would be a hundred or so of the photographs Anya had taken, together with an article accompanying it, pasted all over school. Yes, it was immature, sure. But it sure as hell made her feel better. She’d walk around with her head held high, no matter what. She wouldn’t let him shame her.

Gavin Hollis would get a taste of his own medicine.

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