My Enemy [BL]
Sophie exclaimed.
"Shh! Keep your voice down, if anyone else finds out I’m literally cooked!" Layla said.
"This is Willow Haven! News travels faster than my dad when he gets a new side chick, they’ll find out anyway." Sophie responded with an eye roll.
"Anyways they’d throw these parties," Layla continued, her words tumbling out faster now, "get girls drunk or slip something in their drinks, and then... film it. Sell access on some dark web site or whatever. My uncle said the evidence is airtight. They’re eighteen, so there’s no juvenile protections—they’re looking at real time. Twenty years, maybe more."