Page 661 of Filthy Elites

What the hell is happening?

Behind and around me, the class erupts into a cacophony of laughter, hoots, and cheering as I make myself come on the video.

The TV takes up a good portion of the wall so everyone can see it.

“Turn it off!” Someone calls out.

The person sounds like Chad; at this point, I don’t care who’s speaking. I’m so embarrassed I can’t breathe.

Mr. Gorton fumbles with the control, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

Of course, this is my world, so that would happen, wouldn’t it?

I come on the screen, and then a caption in white letters runs over my breasts.

It says:

I sold my body to Chad Volkova for 30 days for $100k; call me on 7675186 if you want to book my pussy.

Jesus Christ.

I stare long and hard at the words, refusing to believe what I’m seeing and failing because this is real.

This was the cost of freedom?

This was the cost to fix my mistakes?

Chad did this to me.

Obviously, this was him.

My God, he did this.

Why was I so foolish to allow myself to fall for him?

Bile rises in my throat, and I just manage to get up and run before I embarrass myself further by throwing up everywhere.

Howls of laughter follow me down the hall, and I’m only free of the torture when I get outside, out of the school building. There two large hands seize me mid-flight, lifting me off the ground.

“Billie, wait, please.” It’s him—Chad. But, I don’t know why he’s here.

“Let go of me.” I thrash against him, kicking him hard in his shins with the heel of my pumps, but he continues to hold me. “Let me go, Chad. Let me go, you bastard. You did this to me. You did.”

It’s only when I say those words that he releases me.

When my feet touch the ground, I don’t continue my pursuit to my car. Instead, I whirl around and slap him across his face.

“I didn’t do it.”

“Stop lying to me! What was the plan? You’d make me feel for you, then crush me?

“My phone got stolen.”

“I don’t believe you. You wanted to punish me because of what my father did to your mother.”

“No, that’s not true. Billie, my phone was taken. This isn’t me.”

“Stop it! You think I’m stupid? You fucking bastard. Even if that’s true, you’re like Mr. Tech genius. No one can just get into your phone like that. And why would they do this to me? It’s you.”

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