We crash through his bedroom door, and he pulls me to a stop. “Get undressed,” he orders.
I pull the crop top up and over my head and toss it to the side. Then I shove the Juicy shorts down my legs along with my underwear. When I stand to my full height, I realize he’s leaning up against his now closed door. Still dressed.
My heartbeat accelerates, and I place my hands over my chest. Panic turns my stomach. This was a prank. His friends are going to jump out and laugh at me. Maybe even take pictures of me.
He hates me. Has never been nice to me or shown any s****l interest in me. Why would he now? Stupid Raylee. I always told myself I’d never be one of those girls, yet here I am. Tears sting my eyes and I lower them to my bare feet.
Deciding to run for it, I try to get out of his room
