Page 213 of Seeds of Malice

The class starts chanting, "Homophobe, homophobe, homophobe," and my tears turn to sobs, blurring the screen.

"Thank you for letting me be your dirty slut,"I cry out the night during the foursome.

"Want to meet me in the bathroom after class?" the guy on the other side of me asks.

I crumble further, muttering, "Stop it. Please."

The footage of me with Lilly and Avery pops up again. Then it zooms back to the sorority house. Bobby's pushing my head into Lilly's pussy. A slow motion of my tongue flicking her seems to never end.

I can't handle it anymore. I grab the Louis Vuitton bookbag Avery gave me and rush out of the room.

Professor Dyer calls after me.

I don't stop running, but he catches up and grabs my arm. "Ivy."

I can barely make out his face through my tears.

He tugs me into his arms, stroking my head. "Shh."

My knees give out. I clutch him, weeping harder than I ever have, including when my mom left.

Then Dax grabs me, spins me into him, and seethes, "Are you fucking him too?"

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Dax

Dyer's arms around Ivy is another blow, horrifying me further.

How did he get to her?

Avery. It had to be Avery.

My game once again played me, but I'm too hurt and full of rage to dwell on it. I snarl, "You are, aren't you?"

Shock fills Ivy's expression. She sobs, "No!"

Dyer holds out a hand, "Nothing's going on, Dax."

"Sure it's not," I bark, knowing exactly how Dyer works.

"It's not. There was a video," he innocently claims.

"You bastard," I hurl.

"Dax—"

"You couldn't help yourself, could you? You had to take what was mine," I claim.

Ivy interjects, "Dax?—"

"Don't deny it! I caught you," I assert.

"There was a video," Dyer states again.

"So you say," I fume.

"You were in a lot of it," he adds, continuing the charade we've played too many times in the past.

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