Se connecterIt was a girl having sex with two guys, and the hashtags were brutal.#the doctor's daughter# Acts of service and secrets#Dicksy!Comments started flooding in like a rain.**She loves two dicks**She's got to have a hugi pussy**Ha, two dicks!**The doctor's child having an appointment.**Two dicksy dicks!I turned to Jane, whose mouth was opened in pure shame.She was in the video having sex with two guys.“I knew it was her," I mentally whispered and laughed quietly.Seeing she was about to threaten us minutes ago. Her eyes darted around the cafe as she parted her lips, her breath suddenly turning heavy.I could see her chest heaving up and down.People ran into the cafe and started laughing, and the guys who fucked her??Smiling like bosses for sharing a pussy!!"Men—" I growled.“Tell me about it," Sara replied in between laughs.Jane stood up and ran out of the door as she collided into the dirt where they threw dirt at her.“They act like they're all innocent," I said loudly.
♪~♪~♪~♪ JORDAN'S POVI stood on the rooftop with Sara as the morning sun hit my face and the east wind knocked my anxiety away. This was the feeling. The rooftop had quite the view.The pool brought back memories I threw immediately out of my head.I let out a short laugh before I could stop myself.“Told you it was fun." Sara smiled; it reached her ears. It usually never did.My phone buzzed in my pocket; I brought it out and stared at the screen.It was my Lillian—Lillian?? It echoed in my head as my brows furrowed.I let out a sigh and turned back to the sun; Sara was smiling extremely widely.“What’s the smile for?” I sneered teasingly.She shook her head. “I just feel…. "Light," he whispered softly.We sighed again at the same time.“I’m bored; let's plan shit," she shot with a crooked smile.“Mischief—Love it. I suddenly feel like Angela," I said, and we erupted into laughter."Heyo, beauties from hell." A voice sounded out at our back.We turned at the same time. It was James.
I whipped my head to the direction of the voice, and there sat an angel clothed in fire.Sara."Ohh...Hey, girl," I chuckled nervously as my hands fidgeted with my gown, which was partially torn by my Alex.That dog!“Jordan—” She called, her voice cutting through sharp and low."Hmmm," I murmured and turned back to the mirror.“Where’d you go last night? What happened to your hair, your gown, your…OH MY GOD! Your neck." She whisper-shout.I covered my face, which was burning in heat.“Tell me." She deadpanned, looking at my face.I stare at her for a while, deciding if I should.I have been here for what, a month? or less."Alex—" I muttered, looking at my fingers; I suddenly felt like Tyler, who was always staring at her fingers.“I umm—" “Jordan—” she barked.“Alright!” I yelled and sighed.And—And I told her everything. About the kiss. About the hickeys. About how much I hate that I liked it.Silence. My heart thudded, fingers shook, and my eyes felt blurry. The silence was deaf
~•~•~•~•~•ALEXANDER'S POVThe sun fell on her face, her brown eyes even more visible in the sun's rays.She was still asleep, curled on my bed like she hadn’t spent half the night trying to kill me with her glares and moans. Her hair was a mess, damp at the edges from the rain, and there was a faint red mark on her jaw where my hand had been too fast, too careless.Shit.The memory hit me all at once.Her voice. I heard it again, louder than the party downstairs, louder than Angela’s laugh.I sat up slow, dragging a hand through my hair. My head felt like it was full of haze. The room smelled like tequila, smoke, and her. That was worse.It just occurred to me what happened here last night.Damn!She stirred, eyelashes fluttering, before she went still again, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to wake up to this. I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here either.I told myself it was just a kiss. But then she’d kissed back, and I felt all hell let loose. Then I remember
******ANGELA'S POVPerfect timing.Jordan bolted. I watched her go, towel clinging to her wet shoulders, face blotchy and pissed and about two seconds from either crying or throwing a punch. Classic Jordan. She never runs from things. She runs at them and then pretends she didn’t.“Let her go,” I told Sara before she could chase after her.Sara looked like she wanted to argue, but her jaw was still tight from Damien’s stunt, so she just nodded and sat instead.Good. I needed two minutes without Sara’s protective big-sister energy ruining my plans.The circle got awkward fast. Damien whistled low; Taylor and Tyler were whispering like vultures, and Rachel was staring at the fire like it could tell her what to do with her face. Kevin and Darren were pretending they didn’t just hear Jordan basically confess to wanting to kiss Alex in front of 15 people indirectly…And Alexandr—Alexander hadn’t moved. He was still leaning forward, elbows on his knees, staring at his phone casually. His
~•~•~•~•~•JORDAN's POV~•~•~•~•~•~•~ I didn’t wait for anyone to follow me. The second I hit the edge of the pool, the cold air on my skin felt better than the heat of everyone’s eyes. My face was still burning. Not from embarrassment. From rage. From the way Alexander had said my name like it was a secret he’d already figured out. “Spin,” he’d said. Like it was nothing. Like I hadn’t felt my pulse jump when his fingers brushed my hair. Coward. I was the coward for not throwing the bottle at his head. “Jordan?” Sara’s voice pulled me back. She was already in the pool, water up to her shoulders, watching me like I might jump in fully clothed. "Are you coming in or what?” I glanced back at the table. Angela was dragging Taylor and Tyler toward the changing rooms, whispering too fast and too low. I knew Rachel's face whenever she was about to commit a sin, just like the day we had used her mom's perfume without her permission. Darren and Damien were arguing about who had







