She taps her screen, replaying a video from her Snapchat.
At first, it’s just a group of loud, sweaty jocks crammed together in what looks like a bar or maybe a club. The lighting’s awful, and music blasting in the background. But then I realize there’s way too much skin showing for it to be a regular hangout.
I narrow my eyes. “Is this a… a strip bar?”
The camera shifts, panning across the room and it stops at Justin. My dear brother, grinning like an i***t while a stripper dances behind him, her hands resting casually on his shoulders.
I roll my eyes. Of course, it’s not the first time I’ve seen him in questionable situations. Why Allie thinks I need to see this is beyond me. I make it a point to stay far, far away from my brother’s s****l life.
“That’s totally Justin. Who cares abo
