Before I could object, she swiped her finger across the screen and shoved the phone in my face. It was the top of Willow’s head. You could sort of see her face, but it was pressed against the pelvis of some dude. A long, surfer-tan arm with wristbands was gripping her hair, holding her in place.

But this wasn’t just a picture. There was a play button in the very center.

I didn’t dare press it.

“Remember that blowjob I told you she gave Thad? Well, apparently he made a home movie. And since I know you’re wondering—no, she didn’t know she was being filmed. I don’t think she even knows this film exists.”

I felt sick. I felt furious. I felt sick and furious, and it was a deadly combination. Like I could kill Thad and simultaneously puke on his corpse.

“Jayden texted both the pic and the video to me just a couple minutes ago. But it was a group message. It went out to, like, a dozen people.”

I snapped. My head swiveled like a heat-seeking turret locking onto a target. Thad, Jayden, and a couple other guys had already changed out of their costumes. They were now crowded around something, laughing. Even Patrick was hovering on the outskirts of their group.

I stormed toward them.

“Ezra, wait!” Wynezra hissed.

It wasn’t until I drew near that I realized Thad was holding up his phone, playing a video for them, and that’s what they were crowded around. That’s what they were laughing at.

My blood was boiling. My blood was molten magma, bubbling and spewing from the depths of the earth. My blood was a volcano.

The boys noticed my swift approach and parted awkwardly. Thad smoothly pocketed his phone. He was unfazed, playing it completely cool. And then he had the gall to check me up and down like a slab of meat.

I punched him in the throat.

Thad’s mouth flailed open—gasping, wheezing, choking on his own windpipe. He dropped to his knees, hands cradled gently around his trachea.

“Fucking bitch!” said Jayden—although this seemed more an exclamation of shock than anything else. The whites of his eyes were more visible than his nipples in that tight-ass polo shirt.

I grabbed his nipples like a pair of volume knobs and cranked them until he was screaming in falsetto.

A tan, wristband-laden arm attacked me from behind, wrapping me in a chokehold. Thad’s arm. I released Jayden’s collar, scraping desperately at the crook of his arm, gasping for air. Nothing was coming through.

“I’ll kill you…” said Thad, wheezing into my ear, “… you fucking cu—”

There was a delicious smack of flesh to flesh and bone to bone, and suddenly, I could breathe.