Chapter 60 I crossed my arms under my breast and looked down embarra*sed. âI donât know.â I mumble. I was humiliated that someone saw us this way, especially since there are now pictures of us in this intimate position.
If my parents saw this. I sighed, not even able to think about it.
âI need to bring this to my mom-â
I shook my head in mortification and looked at him wide eyed. âBlake are you insane she canât see-â I blushed embarra*sed and pointed to the photograph clenched in his hand.
âThat.â I mumble.
He raised a brow. âWe need to find out who is the A*shole who took this Ley. We cannot just stay quiet and not bring this to the police!â
I shift on my feet, my embarra*sment getting worse. âBlake we need to think before we get too hasty.â
âHasty? Ley whoever did this is a creep and I donât think itâll stop until we do something about it.â He grits out, one hand clench at his sides while the other clenches the picture in anger.
I bite my bottom lip and turn away from him. âIâm not saying we wonât do something about it, Iâm just saying we should think things through.â
I turn to stare at him, noting that his blue eyes had gone a shade darker because of anger. âWhat if we do go to the police and theyâre not able to catch who this is before they leak the photos? What then Blake? Iâd be suffering mortification the rest of my life. This could be in my permanent record. What if no colleges accept me? What then Blake?â
He must understand how embarra*sing this was for me. Someone out there saw us having sex, they saw our faces. You could clearly see my face in the picture, you could see Blakeâs.
If this were to circulate around the school then Iâd be ridiculed my entire life. No college would want a girl that was seen getting F*cked in school.
He looks to be thinking for a few seconds, raking his eyes over my frame.
He sighs. âLey, we canât stay quiet about this. We need to find out who this A*shole is.â
I nod. âAnd I know, we canât sweep this under the rug, it is impossible. But letâs just see what this person wants. They have been leaving notes inside my locker for about two months. They want something I could feel it.â
He glares at me, jaw ticking in irritation.â Why didnât you tell me about the notes Ley? Why did you keep this kind of thing from me?â He grits out.
A blush coats my cheeks. âI thought it was you who were doing it. I was stupid to not have noticed that it was not your handwriting.â
He raises a brow, his form tensed.â What exactly were the notes about?â
I chew my lips. âLove notes.â I finally said after contemplating if to tell him.
His eyes darken impossibly more as his jaw clenched. âWhen I find that F*cker Iâll skin him alive.â
My eyes widen at the look of murder on his face. He was serious. âWe donât even know if it is a boy.â
âWho else could it be? The person seems to be fascinated by you Ley. It has to be a boy and I think I know exactly who.â He hisses putting the picture back into the envelope.
He instantly has my attention.âWho?â
âPeter. And Iâm going to pay him a little visit today.â His voice is dark with a promise for blood.
Peter had not been in school for a few days, something about having the flu.
My face turned ashen. I shake my head. âWe donât know if it is him Blake, you canât just go at the guyâs home and beat him up.
Letâs just take things slow-â
âLey, are you hearing yourself right now? Slow? What, so he could get another chance to touch you again? Over my dead body! Iâll Fcking take care of this.â He hisses, turns around and stalks out of the clasroom in anger.
I sighed and stared at the now closed door. He had gone with the envelope. I could only hope that he would not show his mother. That would be embarra*sing.
The bell rings signaling the end of lunch. My belly rumbles in hunger. Great, I missed lunch. With a silent curse beneath my breath I walked out of the cla*sroom.
I suddenly had the need to pee. So instead of going to my next cla*s my feet carry me to the bathroom. Itâs empty and smells of disinfectant. The janitor probably had come to clean up, judging by the still wet tiles.
I grumble as I try my best to not slip on the floor. I was not in the mood to suffer a broken a*s if that were possible.
Safely getting in the stall, I locked it and lift up the seat. I push down my sweatpants and panty, being careful not to throw my bag on the wet floor.
I closed my eyes when the urine came out. I hear the bathroom door open but donât take any attention to it. The footsteps were getting a bit louder which made me believe whoever it was, was close.
âI canât believe you actually did it.â Some girl laughed. âHow the hell did you even get the pregnancy test?â
âI made my pregnant cousin pee on it. Honestly Hollywood should really hire me.â The voice sounds too familiar. Stacy.
My pee instantly freezes as I pay attention to their conversation.
âSeriously props to you girl! The entire scene in the cafeteria was hilarious. Ashleyâs face was priceless.â
Anger sear through my body but I remain still, listening on. âIt was, wasnât it. Poor little Ash was so heartbroken. Her one true love is expecting a kid with a more beautiful girl. I mean Iâd be heartbroken too.â Stacy snorts.
âHow did you even pull off the crying part though? Like I heard it outside of the bathroom, that is how loud you were.â The girl utters.
âEmbarra*sing to admit but I was not planning to show Ashley the test yet. I was waiting for the perfect time. So in fact I was actually crying. Donât ask why I donât want to talk about it. Anyway it just felt like the perfect time since little perfect Ashley came to see if I were okay. Stupid bitch.â Stacy grumbles.
I heard enough, pulling up my panty and sweatpants, I flushed the toilet. I unlocked the door and stepped out.
Anger written on my face. Both were facing the mirror, applying lip gloss to their already glossy lips.
Stacy sees me through the mirror and her eyes widen in shock. âYou lying bitch!â I hissed marching over to her.