“I know where he lives, at the Lakeview Residences but he’s never alone, less now that he hacked half of campus, besides his dad is the mayor of Boston so the little bitch is always surrounded by security” Genevieve shook her head and sighed, sitting further into her chair and trying not to commit any murders that day. It was enough with having Viktor Loupe’s dickpic on her phone and him probably drooling over her tits at that point. She wanted to choke somebody, kill something.
Upon seeing Zoey shifting a little mischievious grin was drawn all over her face, she looked smug and Genevieve knew it. It was truly off for such a prestigious family to have their nudes spread around campus. Joseph, Lady, Viktor. Half of the student corp had seen them naked already. Genevieve had quite the reputation so she couldn’t say much about it but she was definitely not going to slut shame them for something that was also occuring to her. Yeah, the only thing she had to keep in mind was that the Loupes? They were not the saints they wanted the world to see them as. As a matter of fact they were pretty scandalous.
“I know…” she whispered and took the phone from Zoey carefully, eyeing at Viktor’s figure in awe, he was perfect. Every single inch of him was perfect. Pun both un and intended. She could stare at him for a decade and not get tired. There was something about her that attracted her like a moth to the light “… Me and Viktor? I don’t know. Something, there’s obviously something. I am pretty sure he will text me later today… You’ll see, he has my pictures as well”
Unfortunate — or rather in this case, fortunate for everyone else — victim? Check. Location? Check. Ride?
Zoey peered through the large windows that were dotted around the walls. The parking lot was too far for her to see, but she had a driving license, and she was definitely in for some mischief. And nothing tame either.
Ride? Check.
Her hand clasped tightly at the edge of the table, a grin spreading across her face. He sounded so important, this Kellan guy. He was only a name to Zoey, someone that she had about through word of mouth but had never really seen him in real life. He was like an anomaly to her, but even so she had to hate his guts. There was a special spot in Hell reserved just for that dickwad, and it didn’t matter to her if he was constantly going to be surrounded by bodyguards or whatever. What kind of sick mind did he have to do that to a bunch of innocents?
Letting her phone he taken from her hand, Zoey’s mind began to wonder and her gaze slid back towards her own cell. Should she tell Genevieve about the pictures she had received and the one’s she’d accidentally sent out? Would it be so bad to tell her all of the sordid details starting from the kiss in her room to the photo that was currently stored in her albums? Maybe that could wait.
“Something or something?” she teased, running a hand habitually through her hair. “Because they’re completely different meanings, Gen.”
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