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I stayed on my bed for the next couple of hours, confused about Reid's sudden visit and trying to work out why I had panicked when he had tried to leave. Okay, I had figured out that I had had strong feelings for him sophomore year. And I had thought that after I learned about his real motives and had moved back to Vermont, I had trumped any and all emotions for him, except one: anger. But then why was my body reacting to his touch the way it was? And why did I panic when he had tried to leave?

Leaning back against my pillow, I reflected on everything that had happened since I returned to Spencer Academy, focusing on the moments that involved Reid. There was the party at the dells, where he not only redirected his attention from a desperate blond girl to me, but also didn't rat me out to my cousin when I wanted to steal the cop car and then had his friends wait for me until I was back in the Hummer. He had stopped the almost-fistfight between Kira and me in the cafeteria, and then had tried to bring me my bag. He had flirted with me in the hallway. He had gotten into an argument with Derek. He had not only given me a birthday present, but had bothered to find the next book in the series I had been reading sophomore year, the book after the one he had cast aside that day. He had tried to stop me from walking into an embarrassing situation. And he had stopped by to check on me after said embarrassing situation and day. And even though my mind was trying to hold onto the emotions I had left Ipswich with two years ago, I couldn't deny that the guy was making it very difficult to continue hating him. And my body's reaction every time he touched me wasn't helping my mind's attempts at holding onto the hate.

And there were still two more, new, questions: how was he going to get rid of my shower video from everyone's phone? And why was he helping?

My curiosity was much stronger for the answer to the second question. I had created an image of Reid Garwin while back in Vermont, one where he was a completely selfish jackass. But that image of him had been cracking ever since I returned to this hellhole, which was really messing with my head. It was so much easier to hate him from afar because being near him. . . it stirred memories that I had wanted to forget, thinking that they were all fake. Yet thinking back on everything now, I started wondering if there had been more to mine and Reid's friendship back then. . . if it had been real. . . .

The cool water welcomed me as I dove into the pool. My body cut through the liquid, the force of my dive propelling me just over halfway across the lane. When my head broke the surface, I sucked in a deep breath and turned my face into the water, breathing out, and then back up for more air as my arms and legs automatically worked in unison to keep me moving. My hand touched the opposite wall and I flipped underwater easily, pushing myself off the wall with my legs and starting back. My muscles stretched and contracted, and I felt my tension slowly starting to ease. I refused to let my mind wander. I didn't want to think about anything at that moment except for the incredible feeling of gliding through the water.

An hour later, I pulled myself out of the pool, grabbed the towel on one of the wall hooks, and ran it over my hair and body as I went into the locker room. With it being almost seven at night on a Friday, the pool and locker room were empty, and I leaned against my locker, enjoying the silence as I slowly let my thoughts invade my head.

I couldn't get the image of Cassie standing in her dorm doorway out of my head. Remembering her in those tight clothes that showed off her curves stirred memories I was guilty to have, knowing that many of them she probably considered my stepping stones for the bet. But it was her red, somewhat puffy eyes and sad face that were burned into my mind. It had been clear the moment she opened the door that the day's humiliation had taken a major toll on her and caused her to break down once she was safely behind walls where no one could see her. Was that how she'd looked in her dorm after I'd kicked her out? Or had she looked like that the day after I'd won the bet, when everyone was talking about her? When the guys and I had walked into the cafeteria today and seen her standing in the middle of the room, talking to Rebecca, and she'd looked at us, her eyes made it clear that she was reliving the humiliation of the bet. The humiliation I'd brought on her.

Anger and hate for myself slammed into me, and I turned sharply, punching the locker as hard as I could. And then again. And again. My fist throbbed painfully as I leaned my forehead against the cold metal, squeezing my eyes shut. I had been such a selfish idiot sophomore year. I hadn't cared that I'd felt her falling for me. I'd refused to admit that I had been falling for her. All I'd cared about was beating Aaron Abbott and not giving him the satisfaction of winning the bet.

After changing, I headed back to my dorm. In the hall, I saw Zach Wilson, a junior from the swim team, leaving his dorm and called to him.

"Yo, dude. What's up?" Zach asked as he approached.

"Not much. You?" I replied, eager to get this over with.

He shrugged. "Headin' to Nicky's. You gonna be there tonight?"

"Not tonight, got a couple things I have to do. But I got a question."

"Shoot."

"You got that video this morning, right?" I asked, keeping my voice nonchalant.

He grinned. "Oh yeah, dude. Won't be getting' rid of that for a while."

I fought back a sudden urge to wipe that stupid grin off his face. Most of the guys in this school didn't deserve to see Cassie's body. Hell, I probably didn't deserve to have the memories of her that I had. I forced a grin of my own. "Mind sending it to me? Somehow it got deleted from my phone."

"Not a problem." He pulled out his cell and punched a few buttons, and moments later I felt my own cell vibrating in my pocket. "So, uh. Did she look that good when you fucked her?"

Again, I resisted an urge to punch him. This time I couldn't even force a smile. "That's something you're never going to find out." I turned and walked away.

In my dorm, I found Tyler laying on his bed, reading. He glanced my way when I walked in and nodded to me before returning to his book. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled up the video, pausing it before it could play.

"What's up?" Tyler asked.

I took a deep breath and looked up at my best friend. "We're supposed to be able to do almost anything, right?"

Tyler frowned. "Uh, yeah. Strong Power and all."

"You've used to recharge your cell and laptop before?"

He nodded. "When I couldn't find the chargers. So?"

"So our Power works on technology."

His frown deepened. "What are you getting at?"

"Is it the same basics as using in general? Just focus on what we want to happen?" I continued, ignoring his question.

"Yeah," Tyler said slowly, eying my cell. "Why?"

I briefly considered not telling him, not wanting a lecture about using. Caleb had been getting to him. "Cassie's video."

He stared at me for a moment. "What about it?"

"If you can recharge your cell, I should be able to delete something from mine, right?"

"I thought you already deleted it?" he asked.

"I had someone send it to me again," I answered, still staring at my cell.

He was quiet for a minute. "What's your plan?"

I summoned my Power, my mind focused on my intent. I felt my eyes flame as I stared at the video on the little screen. And then the image was gone. Hesitantly, I scrolled through my cell, looking for any remnants of the video, but finding none. A surge of pride washed through me and I looked up at Tyler with a triumphant grin. "It worked."

He was studying me. "Okay. What's the rest of your plan?"

I gave a little chuckle. Baby Boy knew me so well. "If you help, I won't have to use so much of my own Power."

He cracked a smile. "Let me guess. You're going to try to get rid of her video from everyone's phones." Chuckling, he leaned back on his hands. "Damn, man."

"What?"

His smile grew. "Nothing."

"You going to help or not?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"Alright, alright." He leaned forward. "Tell me what to do."