Page 16 of Brutal Obsession

“This is going to be fun,” he says.

I watch him head to the front. He introduces himself to the professor. Shakes her hand. And then he’s on his way out, his gait graceful for a stupid moron.

I want to kill him.

But… he didn’t rub it in my face. He didn’t say anything about the video today.

Did he even post it? Did he send it to someone else who posted it?

I heave a sigh and hurry to collect my things.

“Violet,” the professor calls. “Good to have you back.”

I meet her at the whiteboard. “It’s good to be back.”

“How’s your leg? The dean shared with a few of us that had you in our classes regularly that you were out because of an injury.” She shakes her head. “It can be tough to get back in the swing of things.”

“It’s okay. There was some nerve damage, so I deal with that… but otherwise, I’m feeling fine.”

She smiles. “I won’t hold you up. But I’m glad you’ve returned.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

I hurry outside and lean against the wall. I pull my phone out and ignore the million messages, going straight to the school website. There’s just a huge error sign on the main page. Willow must’ve at least been partially successful.

From there, I check my message thread with her. There’s eight from the last hour.

Willow

I got that godforsaken video taken down.

Bullshit IT guys pretend they know how to do something, then they can’t figure out a password reset to get into THEIR WEBSITE?

It’s fine. I’m going to murder Devereux when I see him, though. Fair warning.

We’re setting some hard rules next time we get drunk in public.

Number one: no Jack. No boys. NO DICKS.

I chuckle. Those are good rules.

Willow

Number two: No boys. Wait, I said that already. But I really mean it.

Knox is friends with that asshat. I’m never fucking him again.

But, bitch, your drunk BJ game is strong.

Great. A blow job I don’t really remember. Video evidence. And a guy who apparently wants to make me… as infamous as him?

I push off the wall and walk slowly back toward the student center. I don’t particularly feel hungry, but it’s almost an acceptable time to have dinner. If anything else, I’m not going to slink away and let Greyson think he’s won.

My phone buzzes, and I check the screen. I expect it to be Jack. Maybe he missed the excitement. Somehow, I doubt that. Which means he’s not reaching out on purpose. It’s Willow, though, telling me she’s outside the student center.

Right on time.

I find her with Jess and a few other dance team girls. They all eye me with mixtures of sympathy and pity.

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