Chapter 168 Deleting The App Changes Nothing
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The glowing screen of my cell phone cast a harsh, artificial blue light across the polished hardwood floor. The text messages stacked on top of each other in a chaotic, scrolling waterfall. Every new notification carried a fresh insult from the Crestview Prep elite. Every
vibration drove another nail into the coffin of our fabricated reality.
Three hundred students saw the blue ink signatures. Three hundred affluent teenagers read the exact rules we drafted in the chemistry
lab a month ago.
The secret was dead.
Ryder moved. He closed the distance between us. His large hand covered my trembling fingers. He pulled the phone from my grip. He stared at the group chat. The remaining warmth drained from his sharp features. His jaw set into a rigid, unforgiving line. The muscle beneath his pale skin ticked with frantic energy.
He tapped the glass screen. He swiped the application away. He held his thumb down on the messaging icon and pressed the red delete
button.
“Deleting the app changes nothing,” I said. My voice sounded thin and hollow in the massive walk-in closet. “Chloe sent the picture. The entire senior class possesses the file on their personal devices.”
Ryder ignored me. He tapped the settings icon. He powered the device down. The screen went black. The relentless buzzing stopped.
The silence returned to the master bedroom, but it offered zero comfort. The damage was done. The digital footprint existed in the cloud,
permanent and undeniable.
“She lied to you,” Ryder stated. He dropped the dead phone into the front pocket of my wet canvas bag. “She demanded your perfect grades. She took the Valedictorian rank. She secured her Ivy League track. Then she burned the bridge anyway.”
I closed my eyes. The image of the ruined biology test flashed behind my eyelids.
I sat in Mr. Harrison’s classroom this morning. I drew incorrect cell diagrams. I wrote flawed chemical equations. I dismantled a flawless, four-year academic empire in a single hour. I surrendered the prestigious medical scholarship. I condemned my tired mother to endless double shifts at the greasy diner. I paid the massive extortion price to keep this exact nightmare from happening.
Chloe took the payment and struck the match.
A deep, hollow ache spread through my chest. I placed my cold hands over my face. I pulled a ragged, desperate breath into my lungs. The rich scent of Ryder’s cedar cologne mixed with the smell of damp denim, offering no solace. I threw my entire future away for a lie.
“Raisa.”
Ryder wrapped his arms around my shivering shoulders. He pulled my wet body against his warm chest. I soaked the gray fabric of his sweatpants, but he did not care. He buried his face in my damp hair. He held me tight, trying to piece my fractured composure back
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*I failed the exams for nothing, I choked out. The tears spilled over my eyelashes. They soaked into his skin. “I failed them to protect you
from the administration. Now they possess the contract.”
‘I do not care about the exams,” Ryder swore. His voice carried a dark, lethal edge. ‘I do not care about the contract. I will fix this. I will force the school board to let you retake the tests. I will tear Chloe’s life apart brick by brick.”
“You cannot fight a leaked document.” I kept my face pressed against his collarbone. The exhaustion seeped into my bones. “Principal Miller monitors the senior group chats. The administration possesses the photograph right now. They see the specific clause about the parking lot fight. They know we lied to prevent your probation violation.”
“Then I take the blame. I tell Miller I forced you to sign it.”
“They will not believe you. The rules require my active compliance. We conspired. They will suspend us both.”
Ryder pulled back. He gripped my shoulders. He forced me to look at him. The golden flecks in his hazel eyes burned with intense, chaotic energy. The Crestview delinquent shifted into pure survival mode. He assessed the threat with a brilliant, calculating mind.
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