Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
It’s my fic. My pen name is at the top of some of the pages, along with the name of the story.
“Oh my God! You’re a fucking freak!” one girl says, her lip curling in disgust.
A guy gives me a once-over. “Me and my friends will tag-team you, even if you are a freak.”
Someone else takes a picture, likely of my horror-struck face. I’m also wearing a TILTON HOCKEY T-shirt that belongs to Chase. And only a T-shirt.
I slam the door and turn the lock. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” I slap a palm over my mouth and back away from the door as tears spring to my eyes.
This is literally the worst possible thing that could happen. I don’t even know how this could have happened. I also don’t know how I’ll leave my room ever again.
I pace my room and glance at the window. But I’m on the third floor. I’ll break something if I try to jump. I message Tally because I literally don’t know what else to do.
I explain in a horribly autocorrected text what’s happening.
Tally
OMW. Be there in less than twenty. I’ve got your back.
I super duper have to pee, but the noise outside my room only grows louder. This is beyond humiliating.
Less than twenty minutes later a shrill, ear-piercing whistle, followed by what sounds like Colby on a megaphone, nearly startles me out of my skin. As it is, I’m very, very close to peeing my pants. I have to go so bad, but leaving my room is not on the menu while all those people are out there.
A soft knock follows. “It’s Tally and…Colby is also here. Everyone else has been told to fuck off, but in nicer words.”
I open the door a crack. “Hey.” I peek into the hall as Colby shouts into the megaphone for people to get in their rooms or leave the hall with real authority. “I really, really have to pee.”
“Let me check the bathroom for you first,” Tally offers.
When I’m given the all clear, I empty my bladder. By the time I’m done, she’s already pulled all the papers off my door.
“Do you have any idea who did this?” Colby asks.
“I have an idea.” I sniffle and blow my nose.
He stares at me. I stare at him.
“Maybe give her a little time to recover from this before you launch an interrogation,” Tally suggests. “You could make sure the rest of the pages are down while I talk to Cammie.” Tally ushers me back into the room and closes the door in Colby’s face. “It was Barbiebelle, wasn’t it?”
“Probably, but I don’t know ho—” I stop. Close my eyes. Shake my head. “Chase was reading in the common room.” Last night I posted the chapter while we were waiting for the Terror game to start. I remember coming into the room and Barbie and Annabelle were standing behind him asking what he was doing. He’d mentioned my name and quickly shut the laptop. But obviously not before they’d seen it.
“Okay. So now people know your fic name. No big deal, right?”
“I write Poly MFM romance.”
Her lips pull to the side. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Two guys and a girl.”
She blinks at me. I blink at her. She glances at the pages still fisted in her hand. I try to grab them. She puts a hand out and I briefly consider flipping her over my shoulder to get them.
“Hear me out. Maybe I should read some of this so I can understand why you’re the same color as a sheet and also sweaty.”
I’ve already decided I have to dye my hair and change my entire appearance before I can leave this room again. I may need to invest in the pastels my sister is so insistent work well with my skin tone. “Sure. Go ahead.”
She takes a seat in my desk chair and starts reading the pages she’s holding. “Damn, this is hot.” Tally flips the page. “Wait. These are out of order. Maybe I should start at the beginning.”
I drag myself off my bed and flip open my laptop. I click on chapter one, then squint at the screen. “I have a bunch of new reviews.” Like a lot of new reviews.
“Let me read some of this before you look at them.”
I flop down on my bed. “What if Chase breaks up with me because people know I write threesome LotR-inspired stories?”
“He already knows about your stories, though. Doesn’t he even read them?”
“Yeah, but everyone knows now. And two guys offered to tag-team me already.”
“What two guys?”
“I don’t know. They were in the hall reading whatever was stuck to my door.” I drag a hand down my face. “This is probably just the beginning.”
“Fuck those guys.” Her lips pucker. “Not literally, though.”
Tally falls silent. After a few minutes she mutters, “Oh wow. Holy shit.”