Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
It’s been four hours and I’ve reported over a hundred videos of Brogan on FlashChat. I’ve even exchanged a few unkind words with some of the people who have reposted it. I’m supposed to be meeting some guy named Dirk in front of the library in twenty minutes so he can “kick my ass before he pounds his cock into Brogan’s wet pussy.” His words, not mine.
If it weren’t for the downpour outside and my level of exhaustion, I’d actually show up. Doubt he will, though.
It’s all good. I just photoshopped a picture he shared of him eating an ice cream cone to him eating a dick instead. For extra credit, I added the wording, “I like big dicks and I cannot lie.”
Immature? Maybe . Funny as fuck? Hell yes.
Oddly enough, it’s the first thing I’ve ever shared on my account that isn’t hockey related. Once I’m confident I’ve made a dent in the videos, I search up Brogan’s page. I find it almost instantly and click to view her profile.
It’s obvious she hasn’t been on here recently because it’s flooded with pics of her and Kamden. Wait a damn minute. Legs never told me she cheers for the Devils’ football team. I shouldn't be surprised after witnessing her love for the sport, but I sort of am. It’s hard to imagine her being peppy and faking smiles.
After giving her a follow, I scroll through more of her pictures, noticing how happy she looks while wondering if it’s all for show. From what I can tell, she’s got a couple sisters and some brothers. Seemingly normal home life. Then again, we only share what we want people to see.
I stop on each photo of her and Kamden, torturing myself. The more I look at him beside her—touching her, kissing her, hugging her—the angrier I become. How does a guy like that get a girl like her? She’s far too good for him and his holier-than-thou attitude.
A notification pops up telling me Brogan is live. Shit, girl. What are you up to now? You’re supposed to be sleeping off the booze.
Without hesitation, I click to view her live footage while my heart pounds in my chest in anticipation of what I’m about to watch.
Her face comes on the screen and a smile instantaneously spreads across my face. Her damp hair is framing her face, leaving me to assume she just got out of the shower. Her face is free of makeup and she looks more beautiful than ever.
“Some of you might be surprised to see me on here considering what’s been circulating. If you don’t know what I'm talking about, then consider yourself lucky. You see, my ex-boyfriend decided he would exact revenge on me for reasons I don’t understand, by sharing a very graphic video. It’s hard to tell when you watch it, but that tiny little thing in the corner belongs to Kamden Donnelly.”
“Atta girl,” I bellow as I laugh my ass off.
Brogan narrows her eyes at the camera as if she’s speaking directly to one person in particular. “Kamden, I just wanna say thank you.”
What? Why the hell is she thanking him?
“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak out against all the people who have slut-shamed women, or told them that sex before marriage is a sinful act and you’ll be condemned to hell. If you’re one of those people, I feel sorry for you. I just skimmed through dozens of messages from horrible judgmental people telling me how I should off myself because I’m a waste of skin. Or how ashamed I should be. And do you know what I have to say in response? Shame. On. You.”
Damn. She’s getting deep and I fucking love it. I shift on my bed until I’m sitting with my back to the headboard and concentrate on her beautiful face. That fire in her eyes is back, and I have a feeling that this time it’s there to stay.
“We need to end the stigma that sex is something to be embarrassed about. Sex is a natural and healthy part of life and I will not be a pariah because I choose to engage in it. My body is my body. And your body belongs to you. Do what you want with it. Cherish it, touch it, love it. That’s your right.”
This girl is cool as fuck. I’m so damn proud to know her. She could hide away and wait for this whole thing to blow over, but instead, she stood up for what she believes in and probably helped a lot of people in the process. I’ve never met anyone quite like her.
“With that said, I also believe we’re all entitled to a certain level of privacy. If someone decides to share videos or images of their body, then I support that. In fact, I fucking love it. However, sharing such recordings without consent is not only wrong, it’s harmful. As much as our sexual health matters, our mental health matters too. All of this to say, don’t be an ass—don’t be a Kamden Donnelly.” She kisses two fingers and holds them up. “I won’t hide. So, I’ll be seeing you.”
The video ends and I actually miss her already. I don’t know what Brogan is doing to me, but I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s scaring the shit out of me.
I’m stuck in a trance when my phone chimes in my hand. I snap back to reality and see that it’s a text from Brogan.
Legs: How bad did I suck?
I smile as I type back a response.
Me: You were awesome!
And I mean it too. It’s not often I give compliments, but she deserves one tonight. Brogan is fierce. Kamden messed with the wrong girl.
Legs: Thanks for tuning in ;)
Is she flirting with me right now? She can’t still be drunk, right?
Me: Glad I got on when I did. Would have been bummed if I missed it. Brogan Astor calling out half the school and shaming them better than my mother ever could.
It takes a second for the next text to come in, and I find myself waiting with bated breath. This is only the second time that Brogan has initiated a conversation with me and I want it to last. It’s weird because I’m not normally into getting to know people.
Part of that might come from me not wanting to share anything about my life outside of this university, which makes it hard to connect. How can you expect someone to open up to you if you’re a closed book?
But I find myself wanting to know more about this girl, and even scarier, I want her to get to know me in return.
Legs: I’m sober by the way.
I laugh.
Me: I’m proud of you.
Her reply comes quick this time.
Legs: I’m sober and I still want to do it.
I sit up straight, rereading the message over and over. There is no way she actually wants this. I was semi-joking when I threw the idea out there, even though I played it off like I was dead serious. I wasn’t even fazed when she shot it down, but now, I’m surprised as hell that she’s all but begging to do it.
Legs: Are you there?
Fuck. Is she messing with me right now? I don’t even know how to respond.
Me: I’m here.
Legs: So when is this happening?
Me: You’re serious?
Legs: Dead.
Leaning back, I groan, my cock already at full attention just with her texting me. I don’t even have to see her face or hear her words. Nope. Apparently all it takes to do me in is a fucking text.
I’m so screwed.
Me: Sleep on it. Let’s talk tomorrow.
Legs: You said that yesterday. It’s one in the morning. It is tomorrow.
This has to be her anger and hurt talking. Besides, this isn’t really how I want this to go down with her. I don’t want to just be some revenge plot.
Me: Sleep on it.
Legs: Are you scared, Hayes Madden?
Me: You do scare me a little bit.
Legs: I do? How so?
Me: You're the only girl in the world to ever put me in my place. Now I’m stuck here and I’m not sure what move to make next.
Legs: Make the video with me. Let’s stick it to Kamden. Do you know that asshole actually had the audacity to come onto my live and say it wasn’t him who shared the video? Everyone will believe him. He’s Kamden Donnelly.
Kamden . Right. This is all about sticking it to Kamden. This isn’t about us. I mean, why would it be? Brogan and I don’t even like each other. Our disagreements sure don’t feel like they’re fueled by hatred, though. In fact, I’m positive there is nothing this girl could do to make me hate her at all.
Me: Tomorrow.
That's all I’ve got. My thoughts are running rampant right now and the growing bulge between my legs isn’t helping.
Legs: Meet me at Clara’s Cafe at nine and we can nail down the details.
Me: Details?
Legs: For the video. Don’t you dare back out on me now, Hayes. This was your idea and while I may have laughed about it at first, the more I thought about it, the more I realized we should do this. It's just sex. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be anything more than that.
Me: What if it already is…
My finger hovers over the send button for a second before I backspace and retype:
Me: See you at nine.