“Stay away from her or else.” “Or else what?” she fires back. “You going to take another video of us? Well, enjoy yourself, because when she graduates, and I go to college in New York in the fall—oh, did she tell you about Dartmouth? As luck would have it, we’ll be that close to each other . . .” And she gets in my face, taunting me. “And then I can fuck her every weekend where you can’t get a hold of her.” My eyes go wide, burning. “We’ll be gone, and we’ll laugh about how sad you were.” She laughs. “Or are.”
