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He arches an eyebrow. “It’s all over the internet. Photos of you with three actors by a pool, engaging in some sort of…sexual act. With all of them.” “What?” I grab my phone and look it up, and there it is: a picture of me completely naked in the arms of all three guys on the night of Luke’s movie premiere. There is no doubt that I’m enjoying attention from all three of them in some way. Oh my god. This is so much worse than I imagined. “That’s not—I mean—I can explain,” I sputter. “I doubt it.” He sniffs. “As you know, this is a private school that caters to some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the city. We have a certain image we must maintain and your lifestyle does not align with that image. We’re going to have to let you go.” The world falls out from under my feet, ev
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