“No one else has access to your phone, right?”
“Right,” Grace confirms.
“If that image of Sophia and Soren gets leaked by the end of winter break, my theory will be proven correct.”
“Get on with the theory, Ava,” I groan.
“I believe they might have some systems that are able to hack people’s phones, through the school’s wifi.”
I frown. “Is something like that possible in real life? This isn’t a poor budget crime TV show.”
“It is possible,” Grace says. “But the person doing it has to have some incredible skills, tools, and knowledge of the network. Just to test it, I’ll change all of my passwords, and we'll see what happens.”
Instantly, she changes her phone password, all her social media passwords, and even her email one. It takes her a couple of minutes, but once she’s done, she sets the phone aside.
“There, it’s done. I highly doubt it will happen, though.”
“Me too.”
“At least we’ll have something to look forward to.”
A groan comes from me, and I slump into the bed properly, hugging Avalon’s pillow. “Don’t say that. I don’t want those pictures leaked, ever.”
“I don’t even want to imagine the look on your father’s face, when he sees his little princess straddling the heir of the family he loathes the most.”
I wince at the thought. My father would not only throw a hissy fit, but I have no doubt he’ll actually find Soren, break all of his bones, then broadcast it, just as a warning to anyone who’s even considering approaching me.
My parents and brother are half of the reason I’ve been single all my life.
“Where’s Lila?” Avalon asks, a small yawn slipping past her lips. “I haven’t seen much of hers.”
“The last time I saw her today was at the church. She was waiting in line for the confession booth.”
Grace rolls her eyes. “I adore the girl, but she has no sins to confess. I think her only sin, and the biggest one, is crushing on the priest.”
“I understand her, though,” I lift my face off the pillow. “He is very handsome.”
“Do you know who else is handsome?” Grace asks, eyes flicking between Avalon and me. A beat of silence passes, and she’s keeping us in suspense, a small smirk on her lips. “Dean Colton.”
Avalon tenses. It’s only for a split second, but both Grace and I notice it. She relaxes soon after, clearing her throat. “Is he? I mean, I guess he’d be considered handsome for his age.”
“He’s in his late thirties; he isn’t ancient.”
“He’s forty-four,” Avalon corrects. “And he’s greying.”
“Yum,” Grace’s smirk widens. “I do like a good silver fox. Do you think he’d be interested?”
Avalon’s eyes widen. “Pardon? Interested? In you?”
“Why not? I’m pretty, I’m smart, and I come from a good family. Why wouldn’t he be interested in me?”
“Because you’re a student at a school he works at.”
Grace shrugs. “But we’re both consenting adults.”
“I just… don’t think it’s a very good idea, you know?”
At this point, Avalon’s grasping for straws. Grace has always had the mindset ‘if I want it, I’ll get it’, and now that it’s directed toward Colton, she’s trying to get her as far as possible from him.
