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now.”

No, she’s not. If she was so drunk she’d be puking or passed out…not asking me to go down on her.

She just wants a crutch to blame her actions on—in this case, messing around with a girl—so she doesn’t have to take responsibility.

At least I own my shit.

“Just like that, babe.” Smirking, I take my phone out of my purse and press the record button. “Keep going.”

Closing her eyes, she bucks her hips, rubbing her clit with more vigor. “Feels so good.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile if I tried. The idiot is so into what she’s doing, she has no fucking idea what I’m doing.

“Good girl, Hayley,” I mewl as I angle the camera up a little, making sure I get a glimpse of her face. “Now show me what a dirty little slut you are and how hard you can make that pussy come for me.”

A few moments later, she orgasms with a furious shudder, moaning my name.

I make a mental note to bleep my name and disguise my voice before uploading it to every porn site I can think of.

“That was fun.” Her chest rises with deep exhales and beads of sweat trickle down her brow. “You gonna go down on me now?”

Nah, I’m gonna ruin your fucking life, bitch.

Yours and his.

Slipping my cell back into my purse, I stand. “Can’t, baby doll. Big bro number two keeps blowing up my phone asking where I am, so I’m pretty sure someone tipped him off about our little make-out sesh downstairs.” I blow her a kiss. “Thanks for the show, though. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Chapter 27

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Two thoughts hit me in rapid succession.

One—Hayley and I were definitely not friends because I clearly hated her for some reason. And two—given my severe hatred, why the hell was I in the car with her that night?

Rubbing my temples, I let out a silent scream.

I knew my former self was fucked up, but this is…setting her up like that…

It makes me sick.

Especially since I’ll never have the chance to apologize.

I ruined this poor girl’s life…and now she no longer has one.

Splashing some cold water on my face, I force myself to breathe.

Once I’m calm enough, I grab my crutches and hobble back down the staircase.

I might not be able to tell her I’m sorry, but it’s not too late to go home and do the right thing.

“Someone call the cops!” a girl screams as I walk into the living room.

Nerves bunch in my tummy as I watch two guys in what looks to be a very heated altercation.

“I want my money,” some guy barks.

“I told you,” the other guy says. “I don’t have it right now.”

The first guy pulls a gun out of his waistband and fires a bullet into the ceiling, causing my ears to ring so bad I automatically cover them with my hands. “Then I guess you give me no choice, motherfucker.”

Holy shit. Stone told me these parties got out of hand, but I didn’t think he meant this.

My eyes flick to the front door. It’s about eight feet away from where I’m standing which means I can easily walk out.

“No one move,” the guy with the gun sneers. “I’m about to show all of you what happens when you fuck with me.”

I’m not sure about everyone else, but I definitely don’t need a demonstration. I’m good.

My heart is beating so hard I’m afraid it’s going to pound right out of my chest.

Stone was right. I never should have come here.

“Get on your knees,” he instructs, pointing his gun at the other guy.

Oh, God. He’s going to shoot him right here in front of everyone.

The sound of the gun cocking echoes throughout the room as he holds it up to his temple.

I can’t watch. “Please do—”

“Police,” a deep voice booms on the other side of the front door. “Open up.”

“Oh shit,” someone yells. “Run.”

Utter pandemonium breaks out as everyone starts rushing toward the exits.

Except me…the girl with crutches.

Fortunately, most people run out back which means the front door is wide open when the cops come busting through.

Frantically, I fish my phone out of my purse as I hobble past them.

Stone picks up on the second ring.

“Hey—”

“I should have listened to you. There was a guy with a gun and he—”

“Wait, what?” Stone yells. “Where the fuck are you?”

“I went to the party at Jordan’s—”

“Are you serious?” he shouts. “I told you not to go.”

I want to