LITMIR.BIZ

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      Maggie

      IT TOOK ME ten minutes to get my shit together after seeing Samir out on the steps. Twenty before I was able to think about something other than how good it felt when he touched me, how easy it had been to laugh around him. It took me opening a book in order to clear my head. I was still reading when I heard the sound of the door opening.

      I was closing my book and setting it down on the comforter when Fleur walked into the room.

      I wasn’t even sure how to start this conversation. I didn’t know how Fleur was going to take it, or if she was even strong enough to hear it right now. But she deserved to hear it from someone who cared about her rather than someone looking for a piece of gossip.

      “Nice job back there in the cafeteria. Way to be smooth.”

      “It was all Mya.”

      Fleur shot me a look. “Sure it was.”

      “How did it go?”

      Fleur sank down on the bed across from me. “It was good, I think. I don’t know. He’s nice. Quiet. I’ve never been with a guy like that before. But he’s also so shy. It’s hard to get him to talk.”

      “I think it’s you. Honestly, I’ve known him for a year now, and he’s really fun. I think you intimidate him.”

      Fleur frowned. “I’m not trying to.”

      “I know. But I think he has this image of you built up in his head. The whole starring-in-the-French-rap-video thing, the guys, the clubs, the money. I don’t think his past is nearly as flashy as yours.”

      She sighed. “I just wish he would let go a bit. I think I could actually like him if he were more relaxed with me. Half the time we just stare at each other and he doesn’t even talk. And when he does talk, I have no clue what he’s talking about. He’s so smart. I feel like an idiot around him.”

      Surprise filled me. “You’re not an idiot.”

      “Well, I feel like one. Did you know he’s a history major?”

      I nodded.

      “He talks about all these old wars; I’ve never even heard of half of them.”

      “I don’t think knowing about old wars makes you smart.”

      “I’m fairly sure it does in his book. And I can’t help but feel like he thinks I’m a moron.”

      “Fleur, he doesn’t.”

      “His friend does.”

      “Which friend?”

      “That guy Max. The American one.”

      “I don’t know him.”

      “Oh, come on. You totally do. He’s the super-boring guy with the underwear model’s body. I swear, you can practically see how cut his abs are through his T-shirts.” She shrugged. “He works out at my gym.”

      I cracked up. “Definitely don’t know who you’re talking about.”

      “Whatever. We’ve had a few classes together, and he’s a total dick. He got pissed at me one time because I was texting in class next to him. Said it was distracting.”

      As nice as George was, I had a hard time believing he’d be friends with a dick. “It is a little annoying when people do that.”

      Fleur glared at me. “It was microeconomics. Do you know how boring microeconomics is?”

      I laughed. “Fine. Fair enough. I’m sorry I questioned your right to text.”

      “Whatever. I like George. I think. Despite his tendency to talk about old wars and his bad choice in friends.”

      “If that’s not a ringing endorsement...” I joked.

      Fleur chucked her pillow at me. “Laugh all you want. I’m trying here. You told me to find a nice guy. I’m trying to find a nice guy. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

      Tell me about it.

      “What about you?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Well, now that the Hugh thing is over, what’s next? Any cute guys on the horizon?”

      I grimaced. “Not even kind of.”

      Fleur sighed, leaning back on her bed. “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?”

      Yep, we both put the “fun” in dysfunctional when it came to romance.

      It was now or never. “I need to talk to you about something. I don’t want you to freak out and I hate having to tell you this, but I also don’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”

      “Okay.”

      “There’s a rumor going around here that Costa had to transfer out of the International School because his parents found out he got a girl pregnant while he was a student.”

      Fleur paled.

      “No one knows who it is,” I continued, “and it’s a really quiet rumor. But I thought you should know.”

      “Oh my god.”

      “No one knows it was you. And with Costa gone, there’s a good chance no one will ever find out.”

      Fleur shot me a horrified look. “This cannot be happening. That was over a year and a half ago. How are they just now finding out about it? How did they find out about it at all? Why the hell do they even care?”

      “I’m so sorry.”

      “Do you know how bad it will be if this gets out? You’ve seen what the gossip here is like. Let’s be honest, people hate me. This is exactly the kind of story that’s going to spread around school like wildfire.”

      She was probably right about all of it, and I had no idea what to say to make her feel better.

      “You can’t freak out. You don’t even know if anyone knows it was you. Costa may not have told anyone. And besides, even if it does get out, you have nothing to be ashamed of. What happened to you could have happened to anyone. No one has the right to judge you for having sex with your boyfriend. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

      “Someone thinks I did.” Fleur reached into her bag and took out her phone. She pulled something up on the screen and handed it to me.

      Shock filled me at the words on the screen. It was an email from an account that looked anonymous. The email was two lines.

      I know your secret. Fifteen thousand pounds buys my silence.

      I met her gaze. “That’s almost thirty thousand dollars. When did you get this?”

      “A couple days ago.” Fleur’s expression was grim. “I thought it was a stupid prank or something. I didn’t know what secret it could be referring to. But if someone knows about the baby, maybe this is related.”

      “Do you think it’s from Natasha?”

      Costa’s current girlfriend hated Fleur. If I were going to start somewhere, I would start with her. I didn’t know if she’d ever figured out that Costa had been fooling around with Fleur last year, but if she had, it would be a game changer.

      “I don’t know. She definitely hates me enough. I thought about confronting her, but if it isn’t her, I don’t want her to realize she could have ammunition on me. I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking I’m rattled by this.”

      Her words were tough, but the look on her face said it all. Fleur was hanging on by a thread.

      “You can’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for anyone else to know about it

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