I balled my hands into fists, my blood pressure rising. “You didn’t even fucking ask me.”

Because she knew I’d say no if she did. I was dumb, but not dumb enough to leave behind evidence, especially with a random hookup.

“Whatever.” Her dark red lips folded into a pouty frown. “Nikki was cool with it.”

This conversation struck me as off. Why was she bringing this up now? And then it clicked.

Holy fuck.

Did Kristen plan that?

More importantly, did she delete the video?

My heart rate skyrocketed. Suddenly, my lungs couldn’t take in oxygen fast enough.

I took Kristen by the elbow and pulled her farther away from the group, ducking my head to catch her gaze. “You did erase that, right?”

Kristen batted her long, dark eyelashes at me. “You saw me delete it.”

I thought I did, but I was tanked. I couldn’t see straight, let alone verify whether she had deleted a file in her phone correctly.

“You sure you didn’t text it to someone first?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Email yourself a copy?”

“I’m sure. Since when are you so uptight?”

“Since the start of the school year when Coach gave me the gears about pictures he’d heard rumors about. Said they were taken at my end-of-school party last spring. Kind of fucking fits, don’t you think?”

Kristen waved me off with her pointy red fingernails. “He said pictures, not a video. He was probably trying to scare you.”

In hindsight, his lecture was too specific to be a scare tactic. I’d written it off as a rumor and forgotten about it. Ignorance was bliss. It hadn’t come back to haunt me—yet. But the way Kristen was acting now sent a wave unease rolling through me. I might have a serious problem.

Not to mention that when Coach brought that up, I barely knew Bailey. It didn’t faze me because, at that point, I didn’t give a shit about, well, anything. Now, though, this was a catastrophic problem.

This was a wrecking ball about to demolish my life—a life that looked nothing like it did last spring. I had so much more to lose now than I did back then.

If I could go back to last April and punch myself in the face, I would.

“Then why are there rumors about a sex tape flying around both schools?”

“Why are you so paranoid?” She scoffed. “That could be anyone.”

Could be, but all signs pointed to me, her, and Nikki.

“None of us need that shit getting out. Ever think about how that might look on your med school applications?” I raised my eyebrows. “Or about how Nikki’s boyfriend might react?”