Jemma sits beside me on my bed, her eyes wide as she stares at The Queen’s latest slam post about our team.
Dethroned: December Edition
Ahh, Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. And yet, at Strickland University, it’s the most scandalous. While everyone is out shopping for the holidays, the spoiled brats of Strick U are up to their usual debauchery.
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From the looks of the dick pics Drake Donovan has been sharing with a certain someone, he has plenty of lovin’ for his mystery woman to unwrap. But who’s the lucky girl? Or should we say girls, you nasty dick-pic-sending-creep?
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XO,
The Queen
Relieved, I blow out a deep breath. Tucker has been the focus of The Queen’s antics in the past. This month, she ripped Drake a new one. Every month, I cringe when I get a Dethroned app notification that The Queen has posted more gossip about one of us on her blog.
I drop my phone onto the bed and groan. “When is this going to end? I’m so sick of her bullshit.”
Jemma closes out of the Dethroned app, and her eyes meet mine. “Why is she obsessed with your team?
I roll my shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. She’s been stalking us since the start of the season.”
“She hasn’t targeted any other sports team. It doesn’t make sense.”
“She’s a past hookup. Why else would she go to these lengths to humiliate us?”
“Isn’t Jamie a hacker?”
“Not exactly,” I confess. “Killian’s better at it. But don’t let him hear that. Jamie has a reputation to uphold.”
Killian Kade lives in the room next to the one I share with Trent. He’s a local boy who does illegal things to pay his tuition. Most of us know the truth, even though Killian thinks Jamie is the only one who knows his secret. Not like any of us care. If we want to find The Queen, we need Jamie and Killian to take her down.
Jemma chuckles. “Are Jamie and Killian close to finding her?”
I shake my head. “She’s better than them. Every time they get close, The Queen finds a way to knock them off her trail.”
“Speaking of Christmas,” she says. “What are you doing for the break?”
“The usual. We eat Christmas dinner at Preston’s parents’ house and take bets on the NBA games. Nothing special. What are you doing?”
“My dad invites everyone to the farm for dinner and a massive New Year’s Eve party.”
I cup the side of her face in my hand and smile. “Any chance I can see you over the break? Two weeks is a long time to go without seeing you.”
“Do you want to come to the party? Driving to Lancaster from New Jersey is a bit of a hike, but…”
“I’d love to come.”
“You’d have to meet my parents and three older brothers.”
I flash a grin. “Parents love me.”
“My brothers are kinda crazy.”
“I can handle them.”
“Okay,” she coos. “But you’ve been warned.”
