Page 305 of Filthy Elites

“What time should I come over tonight?” he asks.

The girl in front of me turns around to steal a not-so-subtle look at us.

I clear my throat and look up at him. “I don’t know, like six?”

“All right.”

The way he looks at me makes me feel melty. He’s not trying to, I just really like him, and I feel like him coming over and talking to me in front of everyone like this is partially to get some of the heat off me.

The bell rings, so he glances at the teacher, then back at me. “Guess I better go.” His lips tug up.

I smile faintly, but my face feels so hot because I can feel people watching and I hate it. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

He touches my shoulder, then turns and heads back to his seat.

At least after that, none of his friends in this class smirk at me or say another word.

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KnowingDare is coming over later, I utilize my lunchtime outside to eat the food I packed myself and get started on my homework.

I’m relieved when I head back in to know I only have two classes left and then I can go home. Unfortunately, on the way to my next class, I get a text message.

It’s from Anae. Not her fake number she sent the disgusting video from, but her own number.

My stomach sinks when I see it’s another video from her social media—this one isn’t intended to overtly humiliate me, though. Just to hurt my feelings.

It’s a video of her and Dare in his car with the windows down on the way to school this morning. Her caption reads, “When you and the BF decide to carpool.”

I hate myself for feeling so disappointed.

He neversaidthey broke up.

But he did come to my house with the express intention of fucking me when he knew I didn’t even want tokiss himwhen he had a girlfriend.

I had hoped that meant…

My heart cracks a little more when I see that Dare liked the video.

What?

When I went through her stuff before, it seemed like he never liked her shit, so for him to like this feels… deliberate.

Not deliberate in the sense that he expected me to see it, of course, but like maybe he has a guilty conscience and thought since he fucked someone else last night, he should give his actual girlfriend a little extra attention.

I close the message without responding and tuck my phone in my bag. I feel sick to my stomach.

People still stare and whisper on my way to class—kids at this school love their gossip, after all—but I don’t even pay them any mind.

I want to go home and curl up alone in bed, but I’ve already missed so much school, I don’t want to miss more for no reason. I’m useless in class, though, and when the bell rings and school is over, like an absolute masochist, I hurry outside because I know Dare tends to leave first since he parks up front, and I want to see if she gets in his car.

She said they carpooled and implied it was today. Hewaswearing the same shirt he was wearing in English so I’m probably grasping at straws, but hedidsay she banks footage. Maybe she posted that today, but the footage was old. That would be far preferable to him actually leaving my house after taking my virginity and sleeping in my bed all night and then deciding to drive over to his girlfriend’s house and give her a ride to school an hour later.

I feel like a crazy stalker girl semi-hiding behind the little free library box so I can keep an eye on Dare’s car. I’m worried he’ll spot me. He and Anae are standing in a group of their friends chatting. I’m not encouraged by the fact that she isalsowearing the same outfit from the video. It’s starting to feel very much like I’m grasping at straws here.

Then they say their goodbyes. Anae has a big smile on her stupid face as she turns, her high pony bouncing, and follows Dare to his car.

Please don’t get in.

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