Chapter 23

The next morning, Lucy’s stomach heaved, worse than when Ed had first blackmailed her. Twelve hours ago, she had felt safe and happy in Ms. Trunchbull’s bed. Now, she was back to square one.

Worse than square one. She dreaded seeing Naomi.

Naomi was already sitting silently in class, her bronzed legs stretched out in front of her. Lucy had to sit beside her, staring at those legs, knowing that soon, too soon she would have her face pressed between them. She wondered how it would happen, how it would feel. She imagined what Naomi would taste like.

Naomi’s half-Asian, half-Caucasian features were drawn tight, her dark eyes flickering downward before shooting Lucy a look of pure venom and betrayal. But she didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.

Lucy sat inches away, the air between them electric. It was obscene, really, to think of they soon their mouths would be sealed together, their tongues forcibly dragged through every slick, forbidden crevice of each other’s bodies. Soon, Ed would be watching, laughing, as they performed like good little sluts.

Finally, Naomi broke the silence.

“It was you,” she whispered. “You helped him. You’re the reason he got me.”

Lucy didn’t respond. She looked away, her face burning with shame.

“What the hell was wrong with you, huh?” Jackie’s voice slithered in, the blonde bully chewing her gum as she eyed Naomi up and down. “Sick for days, and you come back looking like that? Skinny little bitch.”

“Oh, look, the Paki’s back!” Beri sneered, leaning over to flick Naomi’s nose hard. “Maybe she got her face fixed. That nose still looks like a fucking beak.”