Devil's Eye

Chapter 19

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Morgan's vague description the other day helped Ethan recognize the guilty girl. A rather short blond girl with a doll's face was chit-chatting with her friends. Her ringing laugh spreading around the campus' park made Thomson angry. So, apparently, while Morgan was suffering from endless bullying, she was chuckling and pointing at some fashion magazine with her sharp nail? Or maybe she was choosing another pair of shoes and a new silk scarf, not having a single thought about Noah, who was locking himself up in a restroom to give vent to his feelings? Well. Ethan wanted to bring her down to earth and remind her that there are usually consequences to people's actions.

Even though the phone calls ended the next day (some bullies just got bored after this kind of interaction with Morgan since he never picked up; others were afraid that Ethan would be the one to pick up the phone), however, messages were coming in rather often. On Tuesday, after their pointless search for the girl who had taken a photo, Noah and Ethan were sitting in the cafeteria, when Morgan, after scrolling through the new messages, suddenly became pale.

"What's going on?" Ethan asked, reaching for his hand to take the phone from Noah.

"N-nothing," Morgan stuttered. However, the answer didn't match his facial expression. Despite his weak opposition, Ethan took the phone and looked through the text.

"I want to press your face against the table, spread your legs, and fuck you in your dirty hole," Ethan read eagerly and looked at Noah's reaction from under his brows. Morgan was no longer pale. He was scarlet-red.

"Jesus Christ, why did you need to read it out loud?" Morgan exclaimed, confused.

What do you mean, and why? So that every next message you receive, you read it in your head with my intonation. Hopefully, you'll get a reaction different from fear.

'My dirty hole belongs to Ethan Thomson. Go fuck yourself,' Ethan typed the message, sent it, and erased it immediately after. Noah's attempts to see what Thomson had written didn't work, and Ethan didn't give any answers, despite how hard Noah was asking.

"How much will it cost if I blow you? I'm good at it," Ethan continued reading the new messages.

'My boyfriend sucks dicks like he's God. You can't beat him. Go fuck yourself.'

"You're such a sweet boy. I want to lick you from head to toe."

'You better pray my boyfriend doesn't see this message, or else he'll lick your balls with his knife. Go fuck yourself.'

"I want to come on your face."

"Please, stop!" it seemed that even Morgan's flushed red. He finally managed to get his phone back from Ethan's hands and hid the phone back in his pocket.

"Wait, don't put it away. Let me copy the numbers of those bastards first," Ethan asked. Some numbers were hidden. However, there were still some of those who were either too lazy to hide the number, or maybe they truly believed in their innocence. They would be the first to get their punishment.

"Why do you need them?" Morgan tightened. Ethan just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"Just because. For my collection."

Duncan could find everything they needed on these bastards with the help of those numbers.

"What collection?"

"Private."

"Ethan, don't try fooling me."

"I wasn't going to. I know the guy who can find some useful information on these phone numbers' owners. We'll find out all their names."