You find Marcus

The next afternoon I spotted Marcus heading out of the library and jogged to catch up.

"Hey, man," I said, falling into step beside him. "You got a minute?"

"Sure. What's up?"

I kept my tone casual. "Something weird happened last night. I got a text from a random number. Some girl sent me a bunch of dirty pictures and videos. Like, full-on explicit stuff."

Marcus frowned, adjusting his strap. "That's messed up. Did you report it?"

"Nah, not yet. Just blocked it. Figured it was some scam or wrong number thing." I glanced at him sideways. "You haven't heard about anything like that going around, have you?"

He shook his head. "Not that I've seen. Nobody's mentioned anything."

I nodded like I was relieved. "Good. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't some campus prank or something."

Inside, I was grinning. If Amy had told him anything about the cock pics or videos I'd been sending her, he would've reacted differently. But he just looked annoyed on my behalf, completely clueless.

We talked for another minute about classes before he had to run, and I watched him go, already wondering what I'd send her next.