My gaze caught on the open stall doors. I hesitantly walked into the nearest stall and closed the door, and there it was, taped to the inside where every woman who used that stall would see it.
A blown-up photo of me from our win against Idaho last weekend, arms raised in celebration, huge grin on my face—the same photo that had been all over the campus sports page. And underneath it, in bold letters:
THINKING ABOUT HOOKING UP WITH DREW DUMONTIER?
Check the reviews first.
Scan the QR code to visit:
www.RateMyPerformanceCFU.com/drew
Spoiler alert: 2.3 stars.
Below that were quotes in smaller text that had to be fake:
“All talk, no stick handling.” – Anonymous
“Got more action from my electric toothbrush.” – Disappointed but not surprised
“Took longer to find the condom than he lasted.” – Would not recommend
“Came, saw, ghosted. Did the same to my roommate.” – My vibrator does it better
I ripped the poster down, my vision going red around the edges as I exited the stall. What the fu?—
“Fucking Tinsley.”
But there was no longer a doubt in my mind that she had done this. She was the only one who hated me enough to be this vindictive.
“Drew?” A girl’s voice made me look up from the poster in my hands. Two girls I recognized from campus stood in the doorway, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and alarm. Seriously? Where the fuck was Liam? Could this night get any worse?
“I was just—” I started, then realized how bad this looked. “There was a poster?—”
“Okay,” one of them said, slowly backing away. “We’ll just…come back later.”
They fled, and I was left standing there holding the evidence of Harper Tinsley’s revenge, rage coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
I walked out of the bathroom, not wanting to get caught in the women’s restroom by anyone else, and bumped into Liam.
“Dude! What the fuck? Where did you go? You were supposed to guard the damn door.”
“I’m sorry. Some drunk girl was getting harassed by a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I went over to help get rid of him and make sure she and her friend got out of here without being hassled. It only took like two minutes. Sorry, man, but I couldn’t just stand by.”
That deflated some of my annoyance with him. Even with a manwhore reputation that rivaled mine, he was still a good guy. And being raised by a single mom had made him extra protective of vulnerable women.
“Fuck. No, you did the right thing, man. I would’ve done the same. But we need to get out of here.”
The walk back to campus should have been a quick ten minutes, but we’d barely made it two blocks when I heard snickering behind us. Two girls from my economics class were walking about twenty feet back, and when I glanced over my shoulder, they quickly looked away, whispering to each other.
“Dude, what’s going on?” Liam asked. “You look like you’re about to murder someone.”
Before I could answer, we ran into Ryan Donovan from the football team. He was with his girlfriend, and when he spotted me, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.
“Yo, Monty!” he called out. “Tough break about the reviews, man. That’s gotta suck.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “What did you just say?”
“The reviews? Sarah told me about the posters.” He gestured to his girlfriend, who was trying very hard not to look at me. “I mean…damn, bro. Someone seriously has it out for you.”
