Page 259 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

It dissipates, but reluctantly.

Think I’m bluffing?

The frame was too dark—I have no idea where the camera was that took that shot. But it was close enough to catch Marcus’s voice.

Far from damning. Except…I never got to see the rest.

What if whoever took that footage followed the three of us—Marcus and Jess and me—up those stairs? What if they hung around on the landing and recorded whatever sounds could be heard through the door?

I remember sitting down on Marcus’s bed.

Jessica, looking hot as shit in her little blue dress. Marcus by the door, looking high as fuck, silhouetted by the landing light.

That’s it.

If it was a book, then all I’d read was the fucking prologue before skipping straight to the epilogue.

I woke up the next morning with the worst hangover I’ve ever had. I was on Marcus’s bed, spooning Jessica. She was naked. I was naked.

I bask for a few seconds, counting my blessings and all that sentimental crap before the feeling went away. Because try as I might, not a single memory came up when I searched. So I thought we hadn’t sealed the deal, maybe just fooled around a bit. We’d done that before. Some kinky shit.

But then I drew back the covers and I saw the dark streaks on my dick, and I knew I’d taken her virginity.

Unbelievably, I was more pissed off that I couldn’t remember anything than I was about the fact that we’d both obviously been too drunk to remember.

My first virgin.

Myfirst virgin, and I couldn’t remember a thing.

And then Jessica woke up.

There was a moment, this brief, strange moment, where she smiled at me, and I could picture myself waking up beside her every morning for the rest of my fucking life. And then it suddenly didn’t matter anymore if she’d been my first, because right then and there I’d decided she would be my last.

But then her expression changed. She frowned. Her lips thinned. Her arms darted under the covers, fumbling around down there. Shock widened her eyes, and parted her lips, and turned her face a whiter shade of pale. Words tumbled out of her mouth while I lay speechless beside her.

You…

How could you?

I didn’t…

Yourapedme.

Kruger’s lecture goes on for an eternity. I know it’s just because I want to know what’s on the rest of that clip. I have to know.

Because as much as I’d argued with Jessica?—

I don’t remember?—

You never said no?—

Prove it, Jess! Fucking prove it!

—I’d never know exactly what happened, because she had all the proof she needed. Her pussy was torn, and my dick was full of blood.

One and one make two.

I have to endure a lecture from Kruger about phones in class before I can snatch it from him and leave the classroom. I rush to the closest restroom and lock myself in the stall. Flipping closed the seat, I perch on the edge and plug my earphones into my phone.

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