I love this girl. I gave Trent and Preston shit for turning into pussy-whipped assholes, but that was before I understood how it feels to be in love.
“I have to run to the ladies’ room,” Sam says, getting up from the chair across the table from me. “I’ll be right back.”
I tug on her shirt, pulling her face down to meet mine, our lips connecting for a split second. “Don’t take too long.”
She radiates from the smile spreading across her face, then takes off down the stairs to the lower level.
I close out the web browser, about to shut the laptop, when I notice a file on her desktop. At first, I only notice my name, but then I see Jameson O’Connor, Jr., Peter “Preston” Parker, Drake Donovan, and Trent Kane. Why does she have folders with our names on them?
An eerie chill spreads down my arms, causing their hair to stand at attention. I click on my folder, my fingers trembling. Sam has pictures of me pounding beer at the Delta Sig house. I’m wearing nothing but black boxer briefs in one image with red and pink lipstick kisses spread from my cheek to my chest and into my boxers.
That was a fun night.
Kiss and Tell, what a stupid name for a party. But it was one hell of a night. It was also at the beginning of the Fall semester.
Has Sam been following me since before we met? I shake my head, unsure why she has so many pictures of me. There are notes in a Word document detailing everything I’ve done since the start of the year.
What the fuck? Why is she keeping tabs on me?
I open Trent, Preston, Drake, and Jamie’s folders, finding similar content. She has notes on us, pictures of us with women, and enough dirt to bury us.
Does she want money?
Was everything between us a lie?
I push the laptop across the table from me as if it’s on fire. Sam sits across from me, confused until she glances at the computer screen. The folders are open, and an image of Jamie kissing a girl is displayed for her to see.
She slams the laptop shut. “Tucker, I can explain. Please, it’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” I shake my head, sick to my stomach, when I look into her eyes. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am.”
“No, I don’t, not really. Did we meet again on purpose? Is this all part of some elaborate catfishing scam?”
Tears fill her bottom lids. “Are you crazy? No, it’s not what you think.”
“I’m not the crazy one,” I shoot back. “Why are you stalking my friends and me? Why do you have folders on us?”
“I was working for someone who wanted information on you.”
“Was? And when did you stop?”
She bites the inside of her cheek. “Technically, I still work for her, but I haven’t given her anything new since we started dating.”
“Who do you work for?”
“I’m so sorry, Tucker.” Sam reaches for my hand, but I pull it away as if I’m allergic to her touch. “I never meant to hurt you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while. This isn’t easy for me. I needed the money, and she exploited my weakness.”
I can’t even look at her. She sold me out for money. I’m so disgusted by her betrayal that it leaves a harsh sting.
I ball my hands into fists on my lap, my teeth clenched in anger. “Who do you work for? You at least owe me that.”
“She calls herself The Queen.”
I bang my fist on the table, shaking it without meaning to be so loud. I’m so angry I can’t think straight, my vision clouded by my rage.
“How could you do this to me?”
