This can’t be happening.
No.
No.
I fly out of the school with tears blurring my vision and my heart breaking into a million pieces.
31
Levi
No one messes with what’s mine and lives to talk about it.
* * *
On late Monday morning, I’m on my way to my car when Aiden, Xander, and Cole block me.
“What is it now?” I massage my temples against the pounding of the hangover.
The weekend was basically all about addictions. First, the high of adrenaline during the game, then alcohol and cigarettes.
I might have gone too far in the shots battle with Ronan. He better be feeling worse than I do.
Coach will kill me if he sees the hangover face.
“You didn’t see?” Xander asks.
What a fucking shit show on a Monday.
“He doesn’t have social media,” Cole jabs Xander.
“Is any of you dickheads going to tell me what’s going on or do I need to start punching first thing in the morning?” I pat my back pocket for my cigarettes.
Seems I burned through my last stash yesterday. Another addiction spiralling out of control.
Fucking perfect.
“Promise that you’ll remain calm,” Aiden says.
I nod absentmindedly. I’m in the mood to say fuck the school and go back to sleep.
“Here goes nothing.” Xander holds his phone for me.
My shoulders turn rigid as I stare at the two photos of Astrid. She’s not naked, but the shots don’t leave much for the imagination.
I yank Xander’s phone and study the pictures.
“It could be photoshop,” Cole says in an uncertain tone.
“No, that’s me.” I tilt my head to the side, trying to figure out where the fucker stood while taking the pictures.
The first picture looks like it’s been taken outside the left window.
The second picture was taken somewhere near the car park’s elevator.
Whoever did this is fucking over.
“You promised.” Aiden clutches my shoulder and presses down hard. I don’t know if he’s trying to keep me in line or he’s simply stopping me from going berserker.