Exposed

Fiona’s POV

The phone screen blurred as fresh tears gathered in my lids, I stared at the floor—shivering as the post stuck to my head.

It was a photoshopped naked body with my face perfectly placed on it. I knew it because I had never taken such a disgusting picture all my life. Legs spread out, arched back, mouth opened in fake ecstasy.

My hands trembled, struggling to grip my phone from falling, my feet turned cold in my warm baby shoes as thousands of comments exploded beneath the post.

I was called all sorts of names. Slut. Whore. Plaything. I could barely lift a foot without being talked down on yet all that came to my mind was how to prevent my parents from finding out—not even who did this wicked act to me.

I couldn’t breathe.

The exam hall doors felt miles away. I managed to push myself—worst decision of my life.

Whispers chased me down to my seat. Eyes followed. Phones lifted.

I couldn’t bear it. I wanted to scream at all of them that the post isn’t true, but no one would believe me. The bell suddenly rang and questions papers were handed to each student. Everyone went silent as they focused on their exams but i was conflicted, disturbed, i was confused. I tried to stay calm but all I did robbed me of my focus. My head buzzed from the whispers that had already gone silent.

I raised my head to meet the digital clock on the wall. Only ten minutes passed, and I was left with one hour, forty minutes to answer all the questions. I managed to answer two questions out of six and ran out of the exam hall, slipping my booklet on the table like it meant nothing to me.

I ran straight to the nearest bathroom. Locked myself in a stall. Threw up until my stomach was empty and my throat burned.

My phone buzzed again and I raised it to my face with trembling hands.

It was an official email from the Dean’s office.

“Miss Harry, you are required to report to the Principal’s office immediately following your examination period. Failure to appear will result in further disciplinary action.”

I stared at the words until it blurred out

I couldn’t go back to the exam. Couldn’t face the room. Couldn’t pretend I was okay.

I left campus, and walked. I didn't know where, I ended up on a bench near the river, knees pulled to my chest, hoodie pulled low.

Hours later—after my fingers were numb—I forced myself to the principal’s office.

The Principal’s secretary barely looked at me. Just waved me in, I felt a bit of relief, at least she doesn’t have the time to judge me just by looking at me.

Principal Martin sat behind his desk, face unreadable. A tablet lay face-up in front of him, the edited photo glaring from the screen.

“Miss Harry,” he began. “This matter is extremely serious. Even though we still need to do a proper investigation to confirm your innocence. The content circulating is not only defamatory but constitutes harassment and potential criminal distribution of non-consensual imagery. However, the university must address your involvement in the original material as well.”

I couldn’t speak.

He continued. “Given the severity, we require your parents to attend a formal meeting tomorrow morning. They must be present to discuss your continued enrollment.”

My voice cracked. “No, Please… don’t call them. I’ll—I’ll handle it.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

The tears in my eyes threatened to fall when the door opened behind me.

Jalen stepped in, and my heart skipped, his face was filled with worries. He locked eyes with mine for a few minutes before pulling out the chair beside me and sat down.

“I’ll stand in for Mr. and Mrs. Harry,” he said. Voice calm. “As her academic advisor and a long-standing family friend, I have their full confidence.”

The Principal raised an eyebrow. “Professor Hart. This is highly irregular.”

Jalen didn’t flinch. “So is circulating revenge p**n of a student on the university’s official channels. If you want to discuss severity, start there.”

Silence stretched.

After twenty agonizing minutes of tense back-and-forth—Jalen arguing precedent, policy negligence, my clean record—the Principal sighed.

“Very well. Miss Harry is granted a temporary suspension—effective immediately after her final examination. One strike on her record. No further action provided the content is removed and no repeat offenses occur.” principal Martin concluded with hesitation.

Jalen nodded once.

I didn’t thank him. Couldn’t even look at him.

We left the office like ghosts.

Outside his office, Jalen walked a few inches away from me like I was a plague then he paused.

“Get some rest and prepare for your next exam.”

He walked away like he never cared, I never got to even thank him for saving me. I was going crazy inside me. I wanted to pull him by his shirt to tell him it was all a lie but he was far gone. I went straight to my room, slammed the door close and sobbed into my pillow.

Jalen’s POV

I drove home in silence. The house smelled of Marian’s sharp and expensive perfume—suffocating.

I heard her voice from inside the room, she was on the phone, talking to someone in an authoritative tone. I walked closer quietly, ears pressed too close to the door but I could barely hear her. I've been trying to be careful around her lately. I tried to listen to all her conversations, something to get a hold of her too—but she was too smart.

“…yes, I’ve seen it. The little bitch finally got what she deserved. Make sure it stays up. I want her ruined.”

I heard that, I was sure I heard that and I connected the dots to be sure she was behind the leaked photo of fiona, i couldn’t have thought less.

She hung up the second she saw me without remorse. She knew what she was doing.

“Marian,” I called before tucking my phone back in my pocket.

She turned and straightened. Looking innocent and I played along. I told myself I was gathering evidence against her to free fiona,

“darling. You’re home early. I can’t remember the last time you came home this early,” she mocked and I rolled my eyes unnoticeably.

“Who was that?”

“A board member.” She smiled thinly. “Board business.”

I stepped closer. “You heard about the leaked photo?.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What leaked photo?” she asked. “Fiona’s photo was leaked in the school’s forum today, tell me you don’t have a hand in it Marian," I pushed for a response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’re accusing me of doing that, you better think twice.”

“Don’t lie to me. Not tonight. I already pleaded for her and did everything you want including using me as your sex slave these past few days, dragging her into a mess will only make things worse between us marian.”

She laughed—cold, and nonchalant, like she never cared. “You think I orchestrated this? Please jalen. I don’t need to. Your little girlfriend brought that on herself. I mean it's clear evidence that she is a whore to everyone.”

“Don’t you dare call her names,” I snapped but she responded with a smirk.

She brushed past me. Up the stairs.

I didn’t follow.

I stood in the foyer until the house went dark, thinking of what to do to get Fiona out of trouble. I could only imagine how shattered and heartbroken she would be.

“Stay strong for me bunny, I'll fix this,” I murmured.

* * * *

The next few weeks were hell.

Fiona came to exams—head down, silent. She finished every paper, barely. I watched from the invigilator’s table, helpless.

I ignored her messages. Her calls. Her glances in the hallway, all controlled by marian but i always remind myself it was to protect her or maybe i was wrong.

Every time she tried to approach me after class, I turned away. I walked faster. Locked my office door and tried not to cry. It was pure torture. I missed the whole of her, her soft body, the way she moans and whispers my name when she’s about to cum, her succulent lips, the way she holds me. Each time I remember—I get so hard until I can no longer hold it. I had stroked my length countless times to the sound of her voice in my head like a fool.

And I longed to have her again. It was never the same with marian, it was never natural.

It killed me.

Sometimes I want to sneak into her room, pin her to the wall and fuck her like i would never have the chance again but Marian was watching. Waiting. Just one mistake and the video would go to her father. To the press. To everyone.

So I stayed cold. Distant. Cruel.

Fiona’s POV

The last exam finally ended even though I didn't get to finish it either. I walked out of the hall with heavy legs.

I stood outside Jalen's office and knocked. I tried again but he never answered, not even my text and I could tell he was indoor.

“Please Jalen, talk to me. Everyone had left me, you’re my only hope,” I sniffled and continued. “I need you, I'm falling apart, you’re the only one that understands me, you’re the only one i can talk to, please just this once.”

No response. I waited ten minutes. Twenty.

Nothing.

“Fine, if this is what you want,” I added and went down to my room without hesitation. I packed a few clothes and left campus that afternoon. Heart shattered.

The bus ride home blurred past me but I cared less.

I stared at my reflection in the window—my undereyes were dark and puffy from late night tears.

Then it dawned on me I’d lost everything.

Paris. Jude. Jalen.

My dignity. My future.

And the worst part?

I still loved him. I tried to hate him for abandoning me in a critical moment like this, but I keep telling myself there is an explanation to his behaviour. I told myself I'd wait to hear from him.

I curled into the seat. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall endlessly.