Forever Golden: Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Cypress Prep Book 3), Rachel Jonas [reading books for 6 year olds .TXT] 📗

Could it be that the truth behind your identity is buried somewhere in this long list of unshared tips and photos?

Well, just in case that’s true, allow me to give the people what they really want—Pandora uncensored.

Tonight, I’ll be posting all the shit Pandora’s hidden for her own selfish reasons, and give all of you—her mindless followers—the chance to see the real Cypress Pointe. Not the filtered shit she spoon-feeds you.

Want to know who your friends and neighbors really are? Stay tuned.

Later, assholes.

—X

Chapter 10

BLUE

You haven’t seen paranoia until you’ve seen the people of Cypress Pointe scared shitless that X’s next post will expose their deepest, darkest secret.

The hallways of CPA have been unusually quiet today, and twice I was nearly bowled over by students with their noses pressed to their phone screens, instead of watching where they’re walking. But one thing the mysterious X said that was spot on, is that none of us had any idea who our friends and neighbors are.

An alarming number of the withheld photos were of Lexi—featuring her and her weed guy meeting under the bleachers—which didn’t go unnoticed by West and crew. And as much as I care about her and value our friendship, it doesn’t look good. Lexi’s been shielded from the ugly rumors, the backlash the rest of us have to face, which begs the question… Is Lexi Pandora?

I hate that I’m even thinking about it, but I am.

What if she’s the one who leaked the sex tape after Parker submitted it? What if she’s secretly been making life at CPA just a little harder to navigate, thanks to her constant posting of utter bullshit just for clout?

All of that seems so far off base from who I know Lexi to be, but like X suggested... maybe we don’t all know each other as well as we think we do.

I round the corner, headed to practice… and it’s true what they say. Speak of the devil and he will appear. Or, in this case, she will appear.

“Miss me?” Lexi beams, rushing toward me when our gazes lock.

“Of course. Where’ve you been?”

She shrugs and I wonder if she’ll lie to me. Based on rumors I heard, she wasn’t around at lunch or the last half of the day because Dr. Pryor and Headmaster Harrison called an unscheduled meeting with her parents. I’m guessing they didn’t take too kindly to finding out she’d been using school grounds to score drugs.

“They suspended me,” she admits. “They’re still debating for how long, but the board had an emergency conference call last night and the vote was unanimous. They’re giving me ten minutes to get all my shit, then I’ve gotta meet my parents back in the office.”

Ok, so she didn’t lie. That’s a step in the right direction, I suppose.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can think to say, which makes her laugh.

“You kidding me? I get a head start on Christmas break! I couldn’t have planned this better if I tried. Now, I just have to convince my parents that grounding me on top of being suspended is overkill. All I have to do is remind them how ‘traumatized’ I am that my sister’s in jail and they should go pretty easy on me.”

I smile, but my guard is definitely up.

“Sucky thing about it is, now everyone thinks I’m Pandora. I mean, God forbid that she just withheld those pics because life’s crapped on me enough. Everyone wants to be a detective, though,” she concludes.

I’m quiet because her logic doesn’t quite make sense. Yeah, Lexi’s life’s been tough at times, but in a side-by-side comparison with mine, I’m definitely winning that contest. Yet, Pandora’s shared some terrible truths and lies about me.

She glances over, notices the look on my face, and then laughs. “You’ve gotta be shitting me, Blue! You think I’m her, too, don’t you?”

My response doesn’t come quickly enough, which feeds right into her statement.

“I didn’t say that.”

“And you didn’t not say it,” she counters, grabbing my shoulder to stop me when I get a few steps ahead. “Seriously, Blue? You think I’d post all that shit about you and still pretend to be a friend to your face?”

There’s a moment where I consider telling her that’s exactly what I’m starting to think, but then I remember the importance of keeping my cards close right now. So, instead, I laugh off the sudden seriousness that’s crept into the conversation.

“You’d be stupid to do that, seeing as how we’ve, technically, committed a crime together,” I say, reminding her of the remodeling job we did on one of West’s cars. “Pretty sure you know I’d turn your ass in if I found out you sold me out like that.”

She studies me a moment, but then a smile curves the corners of her mouth.

“Good. Thought I was gonna have to shank a bitch,” she teases.

Meanwhile, I feel fake as hell right now because I don’t know she’s not Pandora.

“Anywho, I better get my stuff and get out of here before Harrison sends the dogs out to find me. Call you later.”

“Cool. Don’t have too much fun,” I call out after her.

She waves without glancing back and I’m relieved I no longer have to pretend. A small part of me hopes Vin is able to flush out whoever Pandora is. At least then I’ll know who to trust and who to bury.

My hand grips the door to the locker room, but before I can pull it open, my phone rings. And seeing as how it’s the new one, which only a handful of people have the number to, it startles me.

“Hey. Hello?” I answer, listening for Scar to respond.

“Did I get it right? Or was I supposed to call your other line, 007?” she asks in a noticeably snarky tone.

The amount of questioning I had to dodge while also convincing her to accept the new phone is unbelievable. But, if this phone call is any indicator, she’s at least obliging. Even if