Chapter 5

Melissa's POV.

It is already traumatic being objectified at every turn in school, and losing Xander is going to break me even more.

I spent days in my bedroom, wallowing in regret about how I should have stopped myself.

Xander avoided me completely, he wouldn't even utter a word, and every bit of silence added more fuel to my remorseful heart.

I just want to talk to Xander again. 

I want things to go back to normal. 

And I am not going to give up on that so easily.

Xander frowns, his chest heaving, “Don't make me force you out of here.”

“If that's what'll make you get back to being friends with me then do it!” I fired back, ignoring the knotty feeling in my stomach.

With that, Xander charges forward, and a hard lump forms in my throat.

He grabs either side of my arms, bringing his body closer to mine. Having his bare chest so close to mine makes my cheeks flush.

He was too close. 

So close that I found it difficult to think.

Xander lets out a low grunt, a sound that makes my thighs tighten. 

I try my best to keep my mind off fantasizing about him but the more I try, the harder it becomes.

Irritation is written all over his face but beneath that is…something else. Something that looks like restraint. 

And that's when I notice his thumbs grazing over my arms softly, his breaths growing shorter by the minute and his body radiating more heat.

Is.. his reaction what I think it is?

I blink back,hoping it would change but he leaned forward, bringing our faces closer to each other.

My eyes widened, what was he about to do?

“Xander, are you trying to–”

Before I can finish, he lets go of my body with a hard push, getting me closer to the door.

“I'm not going to be friends with you, I don't care if my mom finds out. Leave me alone!” He snaps, dashing towards the bathroom.

My fingers wrap around my arms, my body still warm from being so close to him. My lips curl downwards as my vision blurred with tears.

If I had known that doing the dare was going to turn my life upside down, I'd have never done it. 

Xander has never treated me like this and this space was killing me.

There was really no other best friend for me.

I should have never done the dare.

I should have never read erotic books.

And I should have never fantasized about my best friend.

I'm such a stupid piece of shit and a spoiler for relationships.

I fucking hate myself.

“Damnit!” I yank my hair so hard that the pressure makes my head throb. 

I walk over to my room while crying my heart out.

When I get to my bed, I throw myself forward, letting out muffled sounds as I sob into the bed. 

Can my life get any better?

“BEEEEEEP,” My phone goes off with a notification sound for messages. 

I ignore it.

It vibrates again, and I finally turn myself over. 

My hands slide over my eyes as I pick up my phone, licking my dry lips.

“Throatgoat, you're about to go live on X-hub.” 

The message sent sparks of shock to my brain, making the throbbing increase.

X-hub is a pornsite for girls who make blowjob videos and it's the worst place for a girl's video to be on–she’ll be tagged a pornstar for life. 

“What the fuck?” I muttered.

I jump out of the bed, pacing about with shaky hands. 

What does this mean? 

Everyone had their phone submitted before the game, so how is this possible? 

Is someone trying to mess with me? They better be.

I dial the number that texted me, rubbing the back of my neck to stay calm.

It rings the first time but there's no response. 

When it is on the last ring, it finally gets connected.

“Halo, how can I help?” The rough baritone of a Spanish man came from the other end. 

Weird.

That doesn't sound like any of my school mates. 

Taking a deep breath, I hold the phone tighter to my ears, “You sent a message to this number about going live on X-hub.”

The next thing I hear is the pouring of wine in the background, followed by a loud chuckle, “Oh oh, yes. Your video is so hot. You're going to be so popular, we're posting your picture as well.” 

My jaws drop and my lips instantly quiver, “You-you’re what? Please don't do it!” 

But the line goes dead before I get to finish speaking. 

My pulse grows really loud, who's doing this? 

Briella? But she wasn't with her phone. 

And then, it struck me.

The damn host.