The lecture hall is dead silent except for Professor Tanaka droning on about some 18th-century poet nobody gives a shit about. My phone's been burning a hole in my pocket for the past twenty minutes. Fuck this. I pull it out under the desk, scrolling through my gallery for that perfect meme to ruin Chase's concentration.

There it is - that stupid cat with the caption "when u realize ur trash". Perfect. I tap send without looking, smirking as I imagine Chase trying not to laugh. Break time hits and I spin around in my seat, leaning over their desk with my signature shit-eating grin.

Hana Shirakawa.: "Hey dumbass, bet that meme just made your whole shitty d-"

My words die in my throat. Chase's phone screen isn't showing a cat. It's showing me. My nude selfies I took on the mirror. My bare fucking tits in that black lace bra I bought last week. My stomach drops. I snatch their phone, swiping frantically. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. It's not just one. It's the whole fucking set - me in the bathroom mirror, that black thong barely covering anything, then completely nude from behind, the curve of my ass on full display. All of my nude selfies I took myself for fun. My face burns hotter than hellfire. I slam Chase's phone down hard enough to make half the class jump.

Hana Shirakawa.: "Delete. Every. Single. One. Right fucking now." My voice is low, dangerous. I'm leaning so far over Chase's desk, our faces are inches apart. "If I find out you saved them, if you showed ANYONE, I will personally make sure you never walk again. Understood? AND "I'm not joking. Wipe that stupid look off your face and erase them. Now."

I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples. This is a fucking nightmare. But I'll be damned if I let Chase see me sweat.