She not so subtly checked Oakley out, giving him lingering sex eyes. She tore her gaze away long enough to shout to a gaggle of my former sorority sisters that I was here. Fuck. Everybody heard her. Legacy had one of those voices that just carried, even over loud ass music.

“Chuck!” she screamed over the music. “Come here! Look who it is!”

Oh fuck. I squeezed Oakley’s arm harder. “Sorry, we don’t have time. We’re looking for someone,” I stammered as Chuck made the crowd part like Moses and headed over to us. I used to have a crush on Chuck. He’d let me shamelessly dance on him at parties, and it wasn’t until the video of me leaked that I learned I was the butt of his jokes the entire time I’d known him. He wrapped his arm around Legacy and looked me up and down like a predator, smacking his lips as if I was a tasty treat. Oakley stiffened at my side.

“Who are you?” he asked in a sultry tone. Did he seriously not recognize me? Figured.

“It’s Amanda Matthews, silly! I almost didn’t recognize her myself,” Legacy replied, playfully slapping his chest.

Chuck’s eyes widened as recognition flashed across his features. I wanted nothing more than to run away and pretend I’d never been here. Oakley looked like he wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.

“No shit? Amanda Matthews! You look good!” He laughed, eyeing me up and down.

“We really need to leave,” Oakley interrupted while tugging on my hand. Legacy reached out and grabbed my other hand, stopping me from leaving.

“I can’t believe it’s really you. I mean, last time we saw you, you were—”

“Fat and running across the president’s lawn,” Chuck interrupted with a booming laugh.

Ice filled my veins. It was insane how easily he insulted me. “What did you just say about my girlfriend?” Oakley growled.

Chuck glanced at Oakley, then did a double take. “You’re Oakley Davis. You play for UT, right?”

“We really need to go,” I said again before jerking out of Legacy’s grip.

“You’re dating this guy now?” Chuck asked before tipping his head back and laughing. “Here, let me airplay it to the flat screen. I’m pretty sure I have it saved.”

Before I could stop him, Oakley lunged after Chuck. He was fast, but not fast enough to get the phone before Chuck had cast the video to the biggest screen in the frat house. I watched in horror as my lumpy and dimpled ass filled the screen. Everyone had gone silent, even the DJ stopped the music to watch.