𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟒𝟒-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Fights were rare at the academy. 

I think the most I have witnessed were three and one had been when I confronted Sarah...ok so not a fight...I guess two fights since I started here almost four years ago. 

This one however was personal. 

I have never seen Jordan so angry in my life. His blazer is discarded and he sits above Henry Andrews. 

His knuckles are bloody and so is Henry's face. 

The thing was I had a suspicion on what caused him to flip out. 

It all started yesterday as I headed to history first period.....

People were giving me weird stares, some were laughing and whispering. 

I chose to ignore them as I sat down in my chair beside Jordan. 

"Why is everyone staring at you?" He whispers in my ear. 

I look around the classroom to see eyes on me. 

My hair does look really good today. I had used this new conditioner and now it looks so shiny and silky. 

"I have no idea but I'm tempted to throw something at one of them." I admit. 

The whispers continue and they are no doubt talking about me, but I have no clue what about. 

I do end up finding out during English though. 

Jordan and I sit at our table when Sadie comes up to us, a pitied look on her face. 

"Have you seen them?" She asks me and my brows pulls together, "Seen what?"

She pulls out her phone and then hands it to me. 

I suck in a sharp breath when I see the pictures. 

The pictures of me freshman year, the ones Sarah took. 

"Did Sarah send these to you?" I ask and she nods. 

"But things get worse." She admits as I hand her back the phone. 

"How?" Jordan grinds out. 

I link our hands to hopefully calm him down. 

"You know how she had printed them?" 

I nod already feeling where this might be going. 

"Well now she's selling them. Printed copies, fifty bucks a picture." She tells me. 

I'm not sure what I am more mad at. The fact she's selling pictures of me, the fact people are buying them, or the fact it's only fifty dollars. 

"You have got to be kidding me." I say and more heads turn to look at me. 

I meet the eyes of some buzzcut guy. 

"Did you buy the pictures?" I ask, standing. 

He adverts his eyes. 

"How about you?" I ask pointing to this girl with pigtails. 

She looks away as well. 

"Ok better questions who knew and didn't have the guts to tell me?" I ask. 

No one says anything. 

Ripping myself out of Jordan's grip I leave the room.

Am I horrified that people are buying my pictures like it's the playboy?