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Cooper
“Fucking Christ,” Ramsey curses loudly as he finishes tying his cleat, and I look over at him. He’s got his phone in his hand and is shaking his head.
The look he gives me is all I need to see. It hits me like a ton of bricks straight in my gut. I have no idea what’s happened, but his look is enough to tell me it’s fucked.
“What?” I manage to ask, dread filling my veins.
“I don’t fucking want to show you man.” He takes a deep breath, pressing the phone to his jersey.
“What is it?” There’s impatience in my voice that even I can hear.
“A DM I just got. It’s got pictures in it, and it’s you.”
“Me?” I’m confused.
“You and Bea… in a compromising position.” Ramsey winces as he tells me.
I hear a choking sound on the other side of the locker room, and then a rush of laughter behind me. I glance up, and everyone in the locker room seems to be looking at their phone screens or me.
Seems like a lot of people in this room got similar DMs, or I’m having one of those waking nightmares that Bea gets. Instead of naked in a classroom, it’s naked on the phones of all your teammates right before a game.
“Let me see.”
Ramsey hands me his phone reluctantly, and I see the anonymous name on social media and a string of photos that have been sent to him through it. It’s me and Bea in my office from the other night. I feel sick, so much so that I think I might actually vomit. I grab my stomach, tossing Ramsey his phone, and move through the hall to the bathrooms.
I wretch the second I get through the door, my stomach twisting but my throat and mouth come up nearly dry. Just the taste of bile and the room spinning keep me feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. My mind is racing with how anyone could have gotten those pictures. There must be cameras in the house we don’t know about. There must be someone accessing the house that we don’t know about.
Panic floods my veins because Trix didn’t travel with us. She stayed back with Lizzy so they could work on a school project she has due tomorrow. She’d promised to watch the game on TV, and it means both my girls are sitting ducks in my own home. I race back down the hallway, bumping into Ramsey on the way.
“Whoa. Where you headed?”
“My bag. I need my phone. I have to warn her.”
Ramsey jogs down the hall with me.
“She didn’t know about the pictures? You didn’t take them?” Ramsey frowns.
“Fuck no. They’re not ours. There’s a camera in the house.”
“Holy fuck.” I’ve never seen Ramsey look shocked before.
Nothing seems to faze him, and yet now, he’s standing stark still as I slam my finger down on Trix’s number. It rings. Once, twice, and then finally I hear her voice.
“Coop?” She’s confused at why I’m calling, knowing I’m about to start a game.
“Get out of the house.”
“What?” Her voice is tight with confusion and shock.
“Get you and Lizzy out of the house. There are cameras inside, and someone has access. I don’t know who or how many. But there are photos of us in the office.”
“What are you talking about?” The panic seeps into her voice.
“There are photos of us from the other night in the office. They—the stalker, whoever it is—they sent them to my whole team through social media DMs. Ramsey got one. I saw it. It’s bad. You and Lizzy… you’re not safe, and you need to get out.”
“Okay. Okay….” I can hear her thoughts racing through the phone, the stuttered nature of her breathing. “Okay, I’ll get her packed, and I’ll get her to her mom’s. Do you think that’s okay? To take her there?”
“Yes. Take her there. I’ll text her, and let her know something’s going on and you’re coming.”
