Page 17 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

He pushes off the wall and disappears back out onto the sidewalk as the rain starts coming down heavier again. He breaks into a jog, and I run as I try to keep up with his long-legged stride. He grabs my bicep as I start to veer off toward the building with my class in it.

“Cy’s picking you up. Don’t leave the building without him.”

“Okay. Have a good day.”

He nods and turns back around. “See you at home.”

My heartbeat keeps thrumming quickly in my chest as I pull open the doors, unaware of what will be waiting for me inside the building. I leave my hood up as I walk down the corridor and into the lecture hall.

Emilia is sitting in our usual seats with her bag saving my spot. I’ve never been more relieved to see a friend as I am right now. She does a double take when she sees me coming down the aisle and puts her bag on the floor.

“Girl,” she drawls. “You better tell me that wasn’t an AI video, and you actually did get fucked by all three of those fine ass men.”

“Shhh.” I look around nervously, but no one heard her. “It was just a fake. Declan thinks he pissed off a few of the guys at the party.” It’s the lie we made to tell everyone, and honestly, it’s very believable.

“Damn. It was hot as fuck.”

“You watched it?” The blood drains from my face.

“Everyone did.” She pats my leg. “It was the most realistic fake I’ve ever seen. I’m honestly impressed.”

“Let’s just not talk about it.”

I don’t lower my hood until the professor walks to the front of the class. Several people give me disgusted looks. A few guys make me exceptionally uncomfortable with their up and down leering gazes. Even hidden away in baggy clothing, I feel their eyes on my body.

Luckily as class begins, they all turn attention to the front. I relax into taking notes and following along with the lecture. About halfway through class, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance down, wondering if someone’s pencil rolled under my seat or something, but there’s nothing. I feel the tap again and then see a small, folded piece of paper in between two masculine fingers. I set it to the side, wholly uninterested in whatever it says, and whoever handed it to me doesn’t seem too stressed about getting my attention because no one says anything.

“Give me that,” Emilia says as soon as class ends. She grabs the note before I can, unfolding it quickly and out of my reach. “If this is from some perv, I’m gonna kick some ass.”

Unfortunately, I know as soon as she opens it that it’s not from some random college kid. Her skin takes on a white pallor as her eyes scan what it says. I reach over and take it while she shoots up from her chair and spins to grab the guy behind us.

If you want to act like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one.

“Why the fuckwould you write that?”

“What?” he looks back and forth between us, confusion clear on his face.

“The note you passed? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I just handed it up from a girl behind me.”

“Get fucked.” Emilia seethes. “I’m taking this to administration.”

“It wasn’t me,” he says frantically. “I swear.”

“I believe you.” I take the note back from Emilia just as Cyrus pokes his head in the room. He lights up as soon as he sees me, but I turn my attention back to the guy. “But you really didn’t see who handed this to the girl first?”

“No, I didn’t. Sorry.” He takes his things and hauls ass out of the room.

“What’s going on?”

“Some freak sent Harper this creepy ass note.”

“It’s the same as others.” I hand him the paper and watch as his face goes from concern to anger.

“Others?” Emilia asks.

“Yeah, I’ll explain later.”

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