(Olivia)
“I swear I deleted it,” I tell him, laughing.
“You’re lying to my face,” he cries, “Let me see your phone!”
“Ron, I swear I’m not lying –fine,” I say, handing over the device, “look through it. I deleted it. I swear.”
Ron flicks his thumb across the screen to search for the video of him butt-n***d, running down the street with the boom box blasting ‘All By Myself’. It’s not there.
Of course I wouldn’t keep that on my phone.
It’s on my laptop. Nobody ever uses that.
I can’t believe I’m turning into ‘blackmail queen’ Malory.
“Did you see the video of them, though?” I ask, “Oh my god...”
“We can’t tell them. Malory doesn’t need to know. Kyle doesn’t need to know. They’re both better off not knowing,” Ron says.
“Not knowing what?” a voice
