Liam's still standing outside my dorm door.
Blocking my way. Not moving.
"I need to get inside," I say.
"Not until you answer me."
"I already told you—"
"You told me you were with him. That's not the same as answering my question."
"What question?"
"Are you sleeping with him?"
The words hang in the hallway.
Direct. Blunt. Demanding an answer I'm not sure I want to give.
"That's none of your business," I say.
"It is my business when it's my father—"
"Your father is a grown man who makes his own choices—"
"And you're a nineteen-year-old who targeted him for revenge. So yeah, it is my business when you're destroying his life."
"I'm not destroying his life—"
"The photo says otherwise. The comments say otherwise. The fact that he's about to lose his job says otherwise."
"That's not my fault—"
"Yes it is! You started this! You pursued him! You made him think this was real when it was just strategy!"
"It became real—"
