Tell her

"Hey, uh, Chrissie ... I need to talk to you about something," I said reluctantly.

"What?" Chrissie sensed the hesitation in my voice and narrowed her eyes.

"I ... I know why those guys were laughing at me in the canteen earlier," I started. "There's a video of me ... fucking ... on Pornhub, and, look, Nick was the one who put it there."

Chrissie's breath seemed to vanish from her lungs. "What do you mean?" she whispered.

Gradually, I explained the whole story, from the photoshoot that Liam had posted to Temporarily Exposed, to the evening I'd spent with Freddie and Nick, to seeing the video at lunch. Chrissie barely interrupted throughout the tale, mostly staring off to the distance in shock. Pretty much the only instance when she spoke was when I reached the part about Nick trying to **** me in her room.

"He tried to get you to fuck him again?" she asked. She seemed almost confused.

"He told me to bend over or he would post the video. So I kicked him in the balls."

By the time I finished, a vague amount of color had returned to Chrissie's face. Honestly, I felt a lot better now that the weight was off my chest - maybe honesty was the best policy. Still, Chrissie didn't look great.

"I've gotta pee," she said abruptly, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

I stood up and blocked her path. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah - I'm fine," Chrissie said woodenly, almost shoving me out of the way. Striding away, I heard the click of the bathroom lock and then stifled sobs and heavy, almost rattly breathing.