So, that was how Elodie’s private videos had been leaked.
Anger slammed through me. I wrapped a towel around myself and ran out, shouting down the hall, “There’s a peeping Tom in the girls’ dorm! There’s a camera in the bathroom!”
I pounded on the dorm supervisor’s door.
The girls on the floor, drawn by the commotion, poked their heads out. As soon as they heard the word “camera,” their faces went pale.
“Miss, look at this.” I held up the little camera, trembling. “I just pulled it out of the bathroom. Everybody needs to check their rooms. If photos or videos are taken and spread, we won’t be able to clear our names, just like me.”
Tears blurred my vision. The girls near me stared for a long moment, whispering to each other.
“Isn’t she the one who had those nude photos circling around? So, it was a setup. This is awful.”
“We have to call the police. This can’t go unpunished.”
The supervisor reached for her phone to dial 911, but a hand suddenly snatched it away.
Renee was breathing hard, eyes wide with panic. “No, don’t call. This must be a misunderstanding.”