Page 106 of Out of Bounds

I pace the room, debating what to do.

Should I call Coach?

Not a terrible idea, but he probably is asleep and I hate to wake him.

Gracelyn?That’s a better idea.

Before I go calling every person Sloane knows, I give her one more ring.

This time, the call goes straight to voicemail.

“Dammit!” I toss the cell on the bed in frustration.

Where is she?Sloane always has her phone and answerson the first ring or two. And she never leaves a text unanswered. That’s not like her at all.

Now I really am worried.

I slip out of my blazer and toss it onto the bed, undo the top button of my shirt. I guess I’ll call Gracelyn.

Blowing out a breath, I scroll through my contacts until I find her name. I hit the number and wait for Sloane’s best friend to answer.

I don’t have to wait long. She picks up on the second ring.

“You motherfucker!” Gracelyn shrieks, so loud the speaker of my phone rattles. “How could you do this to her?”

“Gracelyn?” I scrunch my brow, trying to make sense of her reaction.

“Yeah, it’s me, Cam. You’re a grade-A asshole. Worse than Ratface.”

“Uh—” I falter, wondering exactly what I’ve done to offend her.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Cam! We saw the video.”

A yawning pit opens in my stomach and the five-star cuisine from earlier in the evening knots and roils into a massive, hard ball of indigestion.

Fuck.

“What? Who? What are you talking about?”

“Sloane, you jerk. Sloane saw your sex video, Cam. Even worse, Jamie’s the one who showed it to her.”

I can’t breathe my chest’s so tight. This is bad. Really fucking bad.

You should have told Sloane the truth.

“Is Sloane with you, Gracelyn? I need to talk to her.”

If I canexplain myself, maybe this nightmare will fade away.

There’s murmuring and muffled sounds, Gracelyn covering the receiver so I can’t hear the conversation.

“She is, but she’s in the bathroom. Vomiting, Cam, because that video made her physically sick!” Gracelyn’s voice shakes with rage and I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly woozy.

I really fucked things up.

“Please, Gracelyn. I need to talk to her.”

“No way, Cam. Maybe later. I gotta go.” She disconnects, but not before I hear the distinct sound of retching in the background.