My Boyfriend Leaked My Private Photos So My Best Friend Could Win

Junior year, first week back, my best friend and I both ran for vice president of student council.

She was the one who suggested that whoever lost had to dress up like a clown and run eight laps around the track.

In the end I won by ten votes.

But a second later, my boyfriend, Clay Henson, put photos of me being groped in a bar up on the big screen.

Along with a whole batch of private ones.

He announced it, flat and cold:

"I don't think a bar hostess who sells her private life for money deserves to be in this election."