Chapter 183

• Blair
• Walking back into the living room, I find Asher and Bray playing a game, but they smile at me before looking back at the TV. “Even on mute, your phone is going off.” Bray snorts.
• “Weird,” I mutter, hearing the oven switching on as Cyrus begins cooking. I head to my phone where I tossed it and sit as I start to scroll through the notifications. Some are from Faye, some are from some girls at work, and some are from boys about a party. There are some random ones from Instagram, which make me hesitate, so I open them. The guys never said if they figured out who posted those photos, and for some reason as I wait for it to load, I know it’s going to be bad.