“Well, now you know not to trust the cafeteria sushi,” Hunter said, arching an eyebrow. He stroked my hair as he spoke. “Feel better soon, okay?”
I gave him a weak smile. “I’ll try,” I said. “You can take the pizza if you want. It’s the least I can do after wasting your whole night.”
He chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t call tonight a waste at all,” he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned down, mouth hovering over the shell of my ear. “I’d say it went perfectly. Apart from the food poisoning, I mean.”
I actually did feel a bit sick now. Sick from all the lies, and sick from the guilt of what I’d done.
After the awful thing that happened to me when I was younger, I promised myself that the first man I ever allowed to touch me would be someone who loved me. Someone who worked their ass off to prove to me that they were worthy.
Now my first orgasm had come from the skillful hands of someone who hated me instead, and worst of all, I let it happen so easily that he barely had to try.
I’d betrayed myself. Betrayed the girl I used to be. All because some uber-hot asshole muttered a few sweet nothings in my ear and tricked me into feeling like I was actually ready for it.
As cold shame seeped through my insides, I walked Hunter over to the door and let him kiss me goodnight before he left. Then I went and looked out of my room’s biggest window.
When I saw his car turn out of the Blair Hall parking lot and head toward RFA’s main gates, I breathed a sigh of relief and raced over to my laptop. I logged on and opened a chat window with Adam and Trina.
Me: He’s gone. I have the phone.
Trina: About time. I was starting to think you were dead.
Me: Had some complications but I got there in the end. Is the essay done?
Adam: Finished it yesterday, but I might give it another quick proofread before I send it through. Can you get into his email accounts? And the Alton application portal?
I retrieved Hunter’s phone from the vent and unlocked it. After playing around with it for a couple of minutes, I responded to Adam.
Me: Yep. His regular email and student email are both auto-logged in, and when I go to the Alton app portal, it’s got all his details saved along with his recommendations, transcripts and SAT scores. It’s all synced up from his computer via his Google account.
Adam: I thought so. I’ll send the essay through to his student email as soon as I’ve finished double-checking it. You’re gonna LOVE it.
Highlights include: multiple paragraphs on how giving scholarships to low-income students is unfair because it’s their fault they’re poor/they don’t work hard enough, and another few describing how wealthy people deserve what they have because they’re clearly just better at life and work much harder.
I don’t think the admissions department at Alton will be very impressed…
Trina: Hahaha, wow…
Me: OMG lol. Can’t wait to read it.
At breakfast last Sunday, Adam told us that Hunter had finished every part of his early Alton application aside from the essay, so if we really wanted to mess with him, all we needed to do was submit the final application from his account on the online portal with our very own terribly-written essay attached to it.
As soon as Alton saw it, they would undoubtedly reject him, and according to Adam, that was the worst possible thing that could happen to Hunter. He’d been dreaming about attending the college since he was a kid.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t easily get into his phone or computer. They were both password-protected, and even though Adam lived with him and knew him better than most people, he still had no idea what those passwords were. That meant we had to devise a plan to get them without Hunter noticing.
The most logical plan would be for Adam to stick a wireless camera somewhere in Hunter’s room at home, but apparently that was a no-go, as their dad had the house swept for bugs twice a week, and Adam didn’t know exactly when it happened.
As a result, our little dorm operation was born. So that was the entire point of my rendezvous with Hunter tonight—getting his phone code via the button cam on the ceiling so we could use it to creep onto his accounts.
Having me flirt with him and kiss him was all part of the plan—something to convince him I was genuinely interested in him, so he wouldn’t realize too soon that it was all a ruse. After that, I was supposed to make my excuses and get him to leave.
Obviously, things didn’t go exactly like that, and I ended up going a little too far, influenced by a mixture of Hunter’s charm and my own rose-tinted attraction to him.
Thank god I managed to stop myself in time.
A possible snag in the plan suddenly occurred to me, and I sent another message to Adam.
Me: Wait… I just thought of something. What if H uses his computer when he gets home and checks his email there? He could see the stuff you send.