“Adrian, send that video from back then again. I didn’t get to finish it before you deleted it.”
“Man, you can’t deny it—Layla’s ass is like a peach, curves in all the right places.”
My stomach churned, my scratching so hard my fingers turned white.
So Adrian was the one who ruined me.
Back in my junior year of college, I had a guaranteed graduate school admission to a top-ranked U.S. university.
After a party one night, I woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room.
Bloodstained sheets, the ache in my body, the wreckage all around… everything screamed what had happened.
I rushed to a pharmacy for the morning-after pill and forced myself to act calm as I returned to campus.
But within a day, the campus forum was plastered with my photo:
“Top School of Engineering student Layla Brooks caught having group sex off campus—what a slut.”
In the picture, my eyes were glazed, my face streaked with tears.
Rumors exploded. I was shunned and isolated.
Some people even blocked me outside my dorm, asking how much I charged for a night.
When things blew up further, my academic advisor called me in.
“Layla, after consideration by the administration, your guaranteed graduate school admission has been revoked.”