Page 102 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

He glances at me quickly before averting his gaze. His face is now super red. Weird.

Two teaching assistants speak in hushed tones on the other side of Gene’s table while looking at me. I know gossip when I see it.

My phone vibrates in my pocket before I can point out their behavior to Katrina.

“Who’s that?” she asks.

“It’s a text from April.”

“Wow. Did she know we were talking about her?” She chuckles.

I don’t share Katrina’s enthusiasm because I’m too busy freaking out.

APRIL: Tell me you didn’t make a sex tape with your boyfriend and his roomies.

“June, what’s wrong? Your face has gone ashen.”

My ears are buzzing, and I’m too stunned to answer her. I call April instead.

“June, what the hell!” April starts.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you have a gang bang with Jake and his friends while you were dressed as Dorothy?”

My stomach plummets through the earth.Oh my God.

“How…” I swallow the lump in my throat. “How do you know that?”

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! It was you! I thought some creep made an AI video with your likeness, even though it looked pretty real. I can’t believe you fucked three guys at the same time!”

April is so loud that Katrina overhears. Her eyes go round, and her jaw drops.

“Stop screaming in my ear,” I hiss. “Where did you see that video?”

“It’s everywhere! Some jerk from school sent me the link. The video mentioned it was Jake, and his roommates banging Jake’s new girlfriend. I can’t believe you were stupid enough to make a sex tape. Unless you want to become the next Kim Kardashian.”

“Ididn’tmake one,” I grit out. “Do Mom and Dad know?”

“Not yet. But it’s only a matter of time. Man, you’re lucky you don’t live in Baron anymore.”

I take deep breaths, trying to prevent a panic attack. “I have to go. Keep me posted about them via text.”

“Okay.”

“Did I hear that correctly?” Katrina whispers.

I nod, unable to form words. Tears fill my eyes, and I cover my mouth to suppress a sob. I know Gene and the other teachers are staring at me, but I don’t care.

“Do you want me to call the boys?”

“I... I think they’re at practice now.”

“Melissa, then.”

Melissa is usually on top of these things. She’s always the first to know when there’s a scandal involving one of her players. I can’t believe she didn’t call me yet. Hell. Why didn’t she?

CHAPTER 42

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