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Grahaht His arain "I can’tWas the ink the worst thing that happened to you that night?"

"No!" I spat, and his whole body stiffened "The fucking picture was the worst thing that happened Duh"

He let out a breath, and I felt just steeped in misery and drama As a rule, I didn’t do drama I didn’t manufacture it or traffic in it But noas all around me

What I didn’t tell Graham -- or Rafe -- was that I knew those assholes had put so more than alcohol inHe’d wanted to know if I’d been assaulted, just like Rafe had tried to ask, too In theirthat could’ve happened to ht It’s not like I had any experience with that

But I’d had enough experience with other kinds of assholery to know public humiliation was no trip to Hollywood, either I wasn’t about to ainst the fraternity, because there was no way I’d prevail The Beta Rho national chapter probably wrote their own slut-shauys would want to help you" Rikker gave led myself from the two of them "I know" I cleared my throat "Thanks"

"The hockey tea to have yours"

Now that was naive Because it didn’t matter how many clean jerseys I’d handed out before practice, or how quickly I could organize fifteen hotel rooht now, those guys were still going to wonder: What did she catch? I wonder who gave it to her?

I was tainted And nobody was ever going to lettears off ht"

Grahalance "Will I see you at practice toht?" Rikker asked

"Sure," I lied

Graham kissed me on the eyebrow "Will you coht?"

Fat chance "Maybe"

"All right" Rikker stood up "Call us if you need us"

"I will," I promised, just to shut the about it

They left, and ain