Page 660 of Filthy Elites

“My phone’s gone.”

Someone took my fucking phone. Who would do that? Who would take my phone and leave my wallet, which had at least a grand’s worth of cash?

That makes no sense.

And shit. Shit, shit, shit.

My phone has my secrets. And Billie’s too.

Her video. Her pictures.

“I need to get my phone back.”

I know even as I say the words, I’m not going to get it back, and dark dread cascades into my soul.

NINETEEN

Billie

My gazeautomatically flutters over to Chad sitting in the back row when I take my seat near the window in Biology class.

We’re having lunch together in a few hours, which translates to getting off campus and either spending what could be the rest of the day in his car or his bed. I don’t mind either.

I just want to be with him.

Although I had what could be considered as a nice dinner out with Mom and Cal last night, it was still strained. All I could think about was Chad and seeing him today.

There’s something not quite right about him, though. It’s in his eyes as he stares back at me even though he winks. There’s just a dullness in his expression I haven’t seen before.

Mr. Gorton, our teacher, walks in and starts the class.

I turn my attention to him as he starts talking about osmosis and diffusion.

We’re supposed to watch a video for most of the class, which I’m glad for because I can’t concentrate today. My mind is still jangled from my consideration to stay.

Of course, it’s crazy, and I’m shocked at myself for even deliberating the idea in response to a boy I haven’t known long enough. But I feel the time we’ve spent together has been enough.

My head is spinning with all sorts of ideas and possibilities I never expected to factor in. The same way, I never expected to fall in love with the one person I know I absolutely shouldn’t have.

I went through a lot to get to this point, and L.A. still feels like where I need to be, especially for Dad when he gets out of prison.

Who will he have if I don’t go back?

If I stay here, it will be like turning my back on him and all the aspirations I wanted for myself at UCLA.

Will it, though?

A voice keeps whispering those words to me, enticing me to desire what I have with Chad.

The inappropriate sound of a loud orgasmic moan tears into my thoughts, and I’m pulled back to reality just in time to see the live image of myself on Mr. Gorton’s widescreen TV, naked and lying on my bed, touching my pussy.

My eyes nearly explode in my head when I realize what I’m looking at.

My video!

Chad’svideo of me.

Oh my God, no, no, no what’s happening?

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