Page 74 of So Wild

She opened up a new window on Firefox and searched for the website template program they’d used at school. Her blood felt hot and thin, like electric oil. There was fear, there was excitement, but most of all there was the knowledge of what she was about to do. She opened a new template and filled in the details as quickly as she could. When Nicole saw the banner she’d written, she gasped. “Sam, you can’t do that!”

Sam, aware that her conscience had been twinging for the same reason, turned to look at her sister. “Does his mum dying mean he gets to fuck over whoever he wants for the rest of his life?”

“No, but—”

“Our mum left,” Sam reminded her. “She might as well be dead, for all we hear from her. Does that mean I get to break into Scott’s house and steal his naked photos and put them on the internet for lolz?”

Nicole sucked her upper lip into her mouth again. “Mum left when we were kids.”

“So? Look, I’m not going to hurt Scott, I’m not even doing anything on the level of what he did to us, I’m just going to make sure he knows who he messed with.”

“But—”

“Call school. Get the post taken down before some nerd goes on the events page and sees your underwear shots. Just let me do what I’m going to do.”

Nicole looked pained. “Okay, I’m going to call Mrs Fogell. You stay here and do…whatever it is you’re going to do.”

“It won’t be too bad,” Sam promised. “Nothing illegal and no worse than what he’s done to us.”

Nicole didn’t answer. She left the room quietly, closing the door behind her. Twenty minutes later, Sam studied her newly minted website. It wasn’t flashy, just a single page with a few photos and a big block of text. The fanciest thing about it was the big digital doomsday clock calculating how long Scott’s virginity had lasted—the timer was currently set at eighteen years, three weeks, ten hours, two minutes and thirty three seconds. Sam had had to guess the minutes, but she figured it was mostly accurate. She scanned what she’d written for typos.

Virginity up for grabs!

Scott Sanderson is an eighteen-year-old posh boy who says the word ‘dancing’ wrong and is scared of going to university with his v-plates intact! That’s where YOU come in! For the low, low price of fifteen bucks* YOU can ride this vanilla pudding of a boy into a man.

Experience the horror that is a first sexual encounter with Scott Fitzwilliam Sanderson, a man too emotionally stunted to find a girlfriend and do what everyone his age has already done!

SIDENOTE: If YOU don’t wish to deflower Sanderson YOURSELF, feel free to buy him for someone else! He’s NOT picky!

THIS OFFER WON’T LAST LONG, SO GET BIDDING NOW!

Check out more details on the website buyscottsandersonaroot.com

*Price subject to increase throughout bidding process.

Sam grinned at what she’d written. In addition to the text, she’d included several pictures of Scott taken from his Facebook page. She wasn’t an arsehole, she chose nice ones of him in his school uniform and at his school formal holding hands with that milky private schoolgirl, Lilah. Sam had blurred her face out—not wanting her to catch heat for the incoming prank.

She knew for a fact they hadn’t slept together. She’d heard Scott’s friends giving him shit about it at the bus stop a few weeks ago. Apparently, Lilah wanted them to become a couple and Scott had turned her down, much to his mates’ horror. Probably because he was still more invested in fucking with her family than he was at getting laid.

Sam sat back in her chair, giving her website one last looking over. It was perfect. She’d added individual links to the ads she’d placed on eBay and Gumtree and she’d even bought the domain name. All there was left was the chance to hit publish. She hovered her cursor over the link, trying to psych herself into taking the plunge.

“The post is down,” Nicole said, walking back into the room. “Mrs Fogell can’t tell if anyone’s made copies, but she doesn’t think any people saw it.”

“Great,” Sam said with relief. “Come check this out.”

Nicole leaned over her shoulder and looked at the hot pink glory that was buy­scott­sanderson­aroot.com.

“Sammy,” she said, gazing at the virginity clock. “Isn’t this kind of mean?”

“Yes. That’s the point. If anything, it’s not meanenough. If it was mean enough, we’d post some pics of his skinny ass onhisschool website. That would be an eye for an eye.”

“‘An eye for an eye’ is what psychopaths say. And we don’tknowScott stole the photos.”

“You said it yourself, who else could it have been?” Sam said, irritated at this final roadblock in her plan. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to be a sneaky little fucking coward like him. I’m going to tell him exactly what I’m doing.”

She clicked open her Gmail account and showed Nicole the email she’d written telling Scott exactly what she’d done and why.

“I guess…that’s a good thing?” Nicole said, sounding uncertain.

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