Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,26

of them is trashed.

“The video,” I grind out, barely able to force the words past my clenched teeth. Raz is looking at me like he can’t believe I’m standing here, like he thinks I should still be locked in the mouth of the Devils’ Den, while Barron’s face is as impassive and empty as usual. Sonja sneers, but she’s got a girl on one side kissing her neck, and a boy on the other. Pretty sure none of them have the energy or mental fortitude to come after me right now. “Who posted it?”

“How the hell did you get out of the cave?” Raz asks, staring at me like I’ve materialized from space.

“They were gone hours ago,” Barron says, his voice like steel and velvet, both hard and soft at the same time. “But we don’t know what video you’re talking about. Our phones are in the tree, just like everybody else’s. Well, except for yours; we smashed it.”

“Bullshit,” I snap, choking on tears. I look from Raz’s blue eyes behind his glasses, to Barron’s multi-colored gaze, and then back to Calix’s dark one. “Somebody posted a video from last year’s party,” I say, trying to get the words out but failing miserably. I can’t say it; don’t make me say it.

“There shouldn’t be any videos from last year’s party,” Raz growls out at me, pushing the girl from his lap and standing up. He stalks over to glare down at me, the whites of his eyes still slightly reddened from the pepper spray. “To get into the party, you ditch your phone; everybody knows that.”

“Yeah? Like it’d be impossible for anyone at Crescent Prep to have a second phone? Grow up, Raz.” He reaches out to grab my arm, but I jerk out his grip, keeping my back to the doorway but putting some much-needed space between us.

“What was in the video?” Calix asks, blinking at me from his position on the old, torn cushions of the train car. His eyes bore into mine, like steel spikes, blinding me to the rest of the world.

“Us,” I say, and there’s the slightest tightening of that pretty mouth of his.

“Somebody posted a video of you two fucking?” Sonja asks with wide eyes, and then she throws her head back and laughs. She’s not the only one. Within seconds, the train car is filled with it. Every member of the Knight Crew howls with pleasure at the thought of my humiliation. It takes Calix several seconds to join in, but then he does, too.

The sound rings in my ears, a deafening cacophony that makes me want to claw my own eardrums out.

“This is gold. We need to bail on this party, so we can look it up,” Raz says, and I realize that I’ve made a mistake in coming here. A big one. “Maybe we could take Karma here with us, so we can all watch it together?”

I shove him out of the way—hard—and take off running. Shouts echo behind me, and I just know that some of the crew are giving chase. The last thing in the world I want is to be there when they all see it, when they watch it together and laugh at me. It’ll be like the comments section in real life.

God, she has an ugly body. She should just be glad he’s willing to fuck her.

That girl is a straight-up ho. He says the magic words—I love you—and she just falls into bed with him?

I go to school with these people. Karma Sartain is white trash, through and through. She must really hate herself to sleep with someone who despises her.

I’d tell the bitch I loved her, too, if it’d get her to screw me.

I skid in the gravel as I come to a stop beside the car, using my palm to slow myself down, and tweaking my wrist at the same time. But when I glance over my shoulder, I see several of the monster-masked boys catching up with me, and fling the door open.

This time, when I peel out of there, I’m driving twice as fast as before. Tears stream down my face as I push the pedal down harder, all the way to the floor. I take Highway 62 toward Eureka Springs because … why not? I don’t want to go home, and I don’t want to see Luke at the dorms, and I sure as fuck can’t stay here.

The road winds through the trees and then skirts the edge of a