Page 130 of Puck Princess

I kiss Owen on the cheek and pull out from his grip. “I’ll be there soon. Can you make a cup of tea for me? Chamomile?”

Owen seems reluctant to let me go. His hand flexes at his side like he’s going to snatch me up and steal me away into our apartment. But he sighs. “Fine.”

“I love you.” I kiss him, holding it for an extra beat.

His thumb strokes my jaw. “I love you too.”

I follow Kennedy into her apartment, and she closes and locks the door. We pad our way over to her couch where she sits down and starts typing on her laptop again. Before I can ask what this is about, she hands it to me.

My eyes scan over what appears to be a social media page.

“Read the handle.”

“JusticeforSantosVictims.com?” I look up at her. “Who did this?”

Kennedy gives me a cute smile before raising a hand in the air.

My heart is racing again. This whole night has wreaked havoc on my blood pressure.

“Youdid this? Why?”

Spencer could come after her. His father will definitely be gunning for her.

The video…

But Kennedy isn’t worried. The smile on her face and the way she lifts her chin tells me she is the opposite of worried. She’s proud.

“I did what we should’ve done a long time ago. I told my story. It started with a clip on TikTok. I knew it could be dangerous, but I did it anyway. And people connected with the story. I know I wasn’t nearly as victimized by Spencer as you were,” she goes on. “But people take revenge porn seriously now. You and Summer are bringing Miles down, and I figured Spencer needed to be brought to justice too.”

“Is a social media dump the best way to do that?” I ask. “Seems a little risky. I mean, considering who he is and who his dad is and all. Why not just turn him in like we did Miles?”

“I thought about it.” Kennedy takes the laptop from me, clicking on one of the links. “But—and this is a safe space, so I’m going to be honest—I was a little drunk and a lot angry. I was so pissed about the way he gets to treat everyone like shit and get away with it. So, I made a post. And guess what?”

“We’re getting sued?” I’m kidding, but also, not really.

“No!” She laughs, but quickly turns serious. “Not yet, anyway. But no, what I realized super quickly is that we aren’t the only ones.”

“Aren’t the only ones what?”

“We aren’t his only victims.”

She pulls up the comment section of her original post. I expect people to be supportive, maybe even enraged on Kennedy’s behalf. Instead, what I see are people who have actually, real life experiences with Spencer Santos.

The worst thing about Spencer is the way he makes you feel like he wants you. Then it turns into a game you can’t quit.

Finally, someone is saying something. DM me for my story. #f*ckSantos

Not even daddy’s money can save him now. I should have posted this years ago. #youareme

Spencer has done this before. I wasn’t his first victim. And Kennedy is proof I wasn’t his last.

“These comments were rolling in, so I checked my DMs, and there are other people he’s hurt, Callie.” Kennedy clicks to her DMs and scrolls through an endless amount of messages. “So many others. There are stories from way back when he was in high school. Spencer has been a dick since he discovered he had a dick.”

Kennedy stops scrolling, so I take over. I skim the handles, trying to imagine all of these women in the same room. Trying to imagine what it would look like for this many people to stand in front of Spencer and speak out.

“These women…” Emotions clogs my throat, and I swallow it down. “These women were all taken advantage of by Spencer, and they want to speak out?”

Kennedy nods and turns the laptop back towards her. She clicks a link in the bio. “So many wanted to share their stories that I created an official website where allegations could be posted.”

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