Apart from Scott.
Who won’t stop calling and sending me messages.
I glance back at my phone at the video he sent.
It’s of Joey and me that night in the street. How he got it, I don’t know, but it has put an uneasy feeling in my stomach ever since.
What if he’s watching me?
Why hasn’t he tried anything?
It’s only a matter of time.
He’s fucking with my head, and it’s working.
I’m always looking over my shoulder, wondering when he will show up or what is going to happen.
“Holy shit.” I see Merci’s eyes widen as she holds out her phone. “Um, why are you sending me a sex tape?” she asks, her jaw slack.
My brows draw together as I have no idea what she’s talking about.
My phone starts ringing, Sailor’s name popping up on the screen, and I answer it.
“Is there a reason you’re sending me a video of you and Joey doing it on the street?”
“What?” My nerves run wild as I walk over and grab Merci’s phone to see that it’s the same video Scott sent me. When I look at the number, it’s one I don’t recognize. I press call, and Sailor waits on my phone as it rings, and rings, and rings.
“So…”
“Shit! Keir got it too,” I hear Sailor say. “I gotta go.”
“Do you think…” I can’t even finish the thought out loud.
“That we all got it? Yes,” she says, finishing for me. “Who would send that?”
I shrug when really, I know damn well who sent it. And now I really don’t know what to do.
“Joey wouldn’t. Well, I would hope not since he’s in it.”
“We didn’t have sex.”
“It sure looks like you are,” Merci says while watching it again.
“Will you stop? That’s embarrassing.”
“Oh, shit, sorry. I’ll delete it.” And she does, straight away. “Joey probably got it too.”
“Yeah…” My phone starts ringing again, and Joey’s name flashes on my screen this time. “I guess Joey got it,” I say, my stomach flipping as I press ignore on his call.
“You aren’t going to answer?” she asks.
“No, and I need to leave before he shows up. Which I know he will.” I reach for my things. “You good to close the store today?” She nods as I walk out in a rush.
Finally, I arrived at Jerome’s school and pick him up early, and we go on a play date. We eat ice cream and go to the park before we finally head back to our new apartment.
Joey doesn’t know where I live, and I asked Bianca not to tell him, which she promised she wouldn’t.
As soon as we get home, we cook homemade pizzas. As I check my phone for what feels like the millionth time, a knock comes on the door.