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Prologue

Music blares through my headphones as I study for an exam in one of e, and I’m so close to the end I can taste it Taste it Hah Considering I want nothing more than to be a chef one day, that’s the perfect line One step at a tih Finals first

Ithe words on the page rhythmically enter my brain I’m weird, but that’s hoorks for me

Suddenly I think I hear my father’s yell I rip off the headphones and listen

“Chloe, get yourself down here now!” He doesn’t sound happy, and I scraood idea to keep either of

In the kitchen, my father paces back and forth while my mother stands, hands at her waist

“It’s about time,” Dad says

“I was studying” I glance at my mother Her face is pale, and my dad looks furious My stomach flips, and I wonder what I did to upset them now

“What’s wrong?” I ask

“What’s wrong? Joseph, she wants to knohat’s wrong” My estures to the laptop on the counter “What kind of trash allows herself to be caught on video having sex?”

“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about” But ht throw up

My boyfriend, Scott, and I recently started sleeping together He’s ht be twenty-two, but I waited He knohat itso personal So special Would he?

“See for yourself!” My ner heels and clicks play

My face flashes quickly across the screen I recognize the dress As if in a dreaht at the ti Memories, my memories, flicker across the screen, raw and painful

I can’t bear to watch and I look away

“Oh no If I have to see it, so do you,” Marion, my mother says

I foldpain, and glance at the screen I try to turn numb as the awful movie continues, my body out there for anyone to see

“How?” I ask “Who sent it to you?”

“It’s gone viral,” rits out

My mother tucks her perfect blonde hair behind her ear “Violet’s daughter showed her, and she thought I should know and be prepared”

What about ently?