Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I snatched the phone and bolted.
“Hey! What the—? Give that back!”
I beat it across the quad, dragging a nonplussed Victor along for the ride.
“Uh, future wife? Want to explain why we’re adding petty theft to the rap sheet?”
“Don’t just sit on your asses. Stop her,” Everleigh screeched. “Get my phone back.”
No one moved. Everleigh was barking at a bunch of pampered Royals. They weren’t playing linebackers for a cellphone she could replace with one swipe of her credit card.
“Whoever gets it back has their slate wiped clean.”
I didn’t know what that meant. I just know it worked.
I jumped—leaping over a grabbing hand that went for my ankles. Thunderous foot stomps pounded the ground, charging straight after me. I screamed went a figure came in from my right—a huge, bulky guy running too fast for anything but one hundred and ten pounds of me to slow him down.
Victor flashed out of the corner of my eye. He rammed the guy, dropping him flat and shaking the earth.
I’d never seen Victor in action on the rugby field. After that, I’d attend every game and the practices too. That was damn sexy.
I drew ahead, plowing down the path he was clearing for me. I had no idea where I was going. Half the school was on my back, and whatever building I tried to duck inside or behind, they’d see.
So let them see.
Veering left, I sprinted flat out across the lawn and up the steps. The executive administrator jumped out of her seat when I ran in.
“What the— Excuse me, miss— What are you all doing?” she shouted at my angry mob. “Stop running!”
I dove into the stairwell, running up and up and up. My lungs were liquid fire. I wheezed more than I breathed, but I didn’t let go of the phone. No matter what happened, I would never let go of the phone.
“Give it up, Sinclair!” someone shouted. “We’ve all got our own shit to fight. I’m not lying down for yours.”
A sharp grunt, then he was silent. I guessed Victor proved him wrong. He lay flat on his ass.
Almost there, almost—
I burst out onto the floor and didn’t pause for a second. Ripping open the door, I skidded into the dean’s office—sending the man’s coffee cup flying.
“What on earth—? What is the meaning of this?!”
The five guys chasing me ground to a halt, colliding just inches from the threshold. The looks on their faces brought a smile to mine. Victor caught up and threw them back.
“Go on,” he barked. “She just saved your asses because if you had laid a finger on her, I’d have broken every last one.”
I relaxed as he forced them back. The dean was spouting some nonsense, but I took a minute to catch my breath.
“Excuse me, Dean,” I gasped. “Didn’t mean to burst in on you like this. There’s just something I have to tell you and it couldn’t wait.”
The dean furiously dabbed the massive coffee stain on his white designer shirt. “What would that be?”
“Last year, you expelled Winter Sinclair for making a supposed false rape allegation.”
The dean stilled in the middle of removing his tie.
I squeezed the phone tight. “Start praying for forgiveness now because the truth is coming out.”
Chapter Seven
“Should we be doing this here?”
Victor and I huddled in the stairwell outside the dean’s office. He chased all my pursuers off, and it didn’t look like they were coming back.
The first thing I did when he returned was tell him I finally had Everleigh’s access to the T.O.D. Club. He led me into the stairwell to search her history.
“We have to,” he replied. “Everleigh knows what’s on this phone better than anyone, and she wants it back now. These things have GPS. She knows we’re in the administration building, and you can bet she’s waiting for the moment we leave.”
“You’re right,” I whispered, who knew why. No one could hear me. “We can’t let her stop us now that we have it. We know that she can see who the members are because there’s no way she assigned Wesley, Levi, Giovanni, and the other guys their tasks blind.”
“She didn’t.” Victor’s expression was grave. “I found it.”
I nearly tripped rushing to his side to see. There it was. The website Wolf kicked me off of, but also not. This page was nothing like the one I was on a short time ago. That one was all screen names and anonymous dares.
This one laid it all bare.
“Rachel Price dares someone to hurt Professor Stein and make it look like an accident,” I read. “The public dares go into the lottery. There’s a list of all the potential names and— There we go. The dare just went to David Maypole. Can we see the private messages too?”
“Right here.” Victor tapped the Private Messages tab on the screen.