"Yeah, you said if I want my necklace back, I have to let you touch my breasts," I repeated, keeping my voice steady. "And I'm not even your girlfriend."
"Right, you're just a b***h. Your family's bankrupt. You're in no place to be my girlfriend. My uncle's a congressman, you know?" Frank said while patting his leg. "Now, come over here."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the mess of his nonsense. Frank's whole persona was such a headache.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and held it up to ask, "Did you catch that, Vivian? If you don't, I'll send the recording to the student office right now."
The color drained from Frank's face when he heard my words. Just then, the door to the equipment room was suddenly pushed open by another girl.
It was Vivian, Frank's girlfriend. She was s
