Theo reached into his pocket to check his phone, so I followed suit. It could be his mom or someone from his family texting us. If that were the case, we’d best look at the messages, or we might forget something that Maria needed.
I looked at my phone, and the first thing I saw was about seven missed messages from Quincy. I opened them up, and what I saw made the hair on my neck stand. At first, I thought it was a porn clip, but then I realized it was a photo of…
Oh no.
It was me. It was a picture of my back, but my face was turned to the side, clearly visible to the camera, and it looked like I was moaning. Theo was on his knees with his face pressed against my ass. We were in the locker room shower.
What? Is that us? What in the ever-loving fuck?!
I quickly responded to Quincy:
Me: How did you get that?
Quincy: You and Theo are together?
Me: HOW DID YOU GET THAT?
Quincy: Dude, the whole team has it. Someone snapped this to everyone in the middle of the night. I woke up to it this morning.
The whole team?
I looked up at Theo to find him staring at his phone, his face completely white.
“Theo…”
The fear in his eyes when his gaze met mine made it hard to breathe. “Are you seeing it?” he asked.
“I saw the picture. Quincy said the team saw it, but that’s not true. That can’t be true!”
Theo dropped his phone on the table, his head falling into his hands. Then, he slammed his fist against the table and hollered, “Fucker! Whoever did this sent it to everyone.Everyone,Asher. The whole fucking team is snapping me. Snapping this picture!”
He turned his phone toward me, his hand trembling as the image of him and me together stared back at me, causing a burning sensation in my eyes.
I looked back at Theo and choked. He was so enraged. His face quaked with fury as his cheeks became dark red. I don’t know why, but I blamed myself. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I said it repeatedly. It was as if my brain had snapped, and it was all I could think to say.
My phone buzzed again, and I reached for it with shakinghands.
No.
Coach Wilson: I need to speak with you as soon as possible, preferably in person. Please meet me at the rink tomorrow at noon.
Time stopped. My body, once boiling from the summer heat, became freezing. I broke out in a cold sweat, tears welling at the base of my eyes.
He knows. He has to know.
It was all too coincidental. Why would Coach be texting us at that exact moment? He had to have seen the picture.
I looked up at Theo to find him staring at his phone too. His eyes met mine, and he said, “Coach wants to talk to me.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and whispered, “Me too.”
Theo scrubbed his hands over his face before saying, “They sent it to the Coach. Fuck. Oh, my God, I can’t believe this.”
Theo looked broken. The red color of his rage was gone, and he looked sallow. He slowly rested his head on the table and covered it with his hands. That’s when I heard him whimper. Theo was crying. “Jesus fucking Christ. How can this be happening?”
My Theo is crying.Theo was the tough one—the one who let everything roll off his back, and he was crying. Panic took over. I started rubbing the heels of my hand against my eyes because I thought I might have a migraine. My head throbbed as my thoughts spiraled.
They all have the picture. They all know.Everyone knows.
