Page 16 of Wicked Games

Jayjay77:Sluuuuuuuutttttttttt

Bare.minimum.33:How drunk was she to admit this shit out loud lmao even the KGB couldn’t waterboard this info out of me

Tater69:Of course she’s a ho lol she’s from one of those inland towns, they’re all the same out there

AprilG:So someone who doesn’t live near a beach is automatically a ho? What??? That doesn’t make any sense!!!

AprilG:Seriously guys this is so pathetic and fucked up. I know Carey and she didn’t say any of this shit. It’s so fake and immature, even by Babylon standards. Take it down now!

Tater69:Lol go cry to your teacher daddy about it April

I stopped scrolling and threw my phone down, stomach churning as fury and hurt spiraled through me. I’d never been a doormat who refused to speak up when trod on, but I still felt every footprint, and right now, I felt like I was being crushed under the weight of the vitriol aimed at me by all these Babylon bastards.

My chest tightened as I thought about the worst one of all.Maverick. He was the architect of this entire situation—my bad reputation, the bullying, the rumors, the pathetic herd of sheep constantly following along to trash my name in order to gain some popularity points for themselves.

My anger toward him only grew over the next couple of hours as I prepared for the day. By eight o’clock, I was incandescent with rage. I wanted to punch Maverick straight in the face. Or kick him in the balls. But of course, I couldn’t actually do either of those things.

Could I?

I felt like I was in one of those cartoons where the main character had an angel sitting on one shoulder and a devil on the other. My angel was telling me to stay calm and ignore Maverick. If I punched or kicked him as I so dearly wanted to, I’d probably get expelled from Babylon. Even if I didn’t, I’d definitely lose my scholarship, and there was no way I could afford this place and the opportunities it offered me without it.

On the other shoulder, the devil was whispering to me, telling me how good it would feel to march right up to Maverickand jab him right in the face. Not just good… amazing. So unbelievably cathartic.

Fuck it.

The last of my composure crumbled, and I stormed out of my dorm and headed for the main senior building, where I proceeded to stalk the halls until I found Maverick. He was standing at his locker, shoving some books inside it.

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, nostrils flaring.

As desperate as I was to hit him, I’d decided on the way over here that I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of watching me get kicked out of school, which he so clearly wanted. However, Iwasgoing to give him a good tongue-lashing in front of everyone. That would have to be enough.

Sorry, Shoulder Devil.

“Hey!” I shouted, marching into the middle of the cross-hall that intersected the locker hallway.

Maverick turned and looked right at me, brows rising.

Before I could take another step toward him, Hudson Calloway stepped out from the left side of the cross-hall.

“Hey, Carey,” he said, lips twisting in a smirk. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Maverick

“Hey!”

I whipped my head to the left at the sound of Carey’s voice ringing down the hall. She was storming toward me, hands bunched in fists at her side. Her face was twisted with rage, and I could almost feel the angry heat radiating off her sexy body.

My lips curled into a smirk. She must’ve seen the audio prank I conjured up with Jasmine. Fucking classic shit. It was unbelievably easy to bait her into it, too.

All Jasmine and I needed to do was loudly play pornos on her laptop—with a horror movie in a different tab on the browser to gaslight Carey with later—and then increase the volume until Carey inevitably stomped over to complain. Jasmine recorded the ensuing conversation on her phone, which went even better than expected, considering the ‘dick bouncing’ comment Carey furiously spat out.

Once we were done, we took Jasmine’s phone to one of our tech-oriented friends, who spliced parts of the original recording into a new one that was carefully crafted to seem like a real conversation. Then Jasmine sent that final recording to her best friend Kiara, who had the biggest finsta at Babylon.

Result: schoolwide humiliation for Carey.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t last much longer in these halls. After all, there was only so much shame one person could take, and judging by the expression on her face right now, it looked like she’d already reached her limit.

She drew closer, eyes practically spitting angry sparks of electricity in my direction. My smirk curved into a grin. She looked like she was going to punch me as hard as she possibly could, and I honestly wouldn’t mind if she did. Firstly, she’d get expelled, so she’d no longer be a problem for me. Secondly, it would be hot as hell.

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