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“Says who?” The question comes from Ares, who is behind Jeremy, making him flinch.
“Fuck, man. Warn someone when you’re right behind them,” he says, like Ares is nothing but a hindrance. “And says everyone. How the hell did your stupid ass even get into this school? Could you even fill out your application?”
That has many laughing in mockery, making me frown.
I don’t realize I’m moving until Domino’s arm forces me to stop, snaking around my waist and pulling me back.
“Domino,” I hiss.
“Let him defend himself,” Domino argues.
“I know belittling someone as unique and gifted as myself helps feed that broken ego of yours, but relax. I’m not in the mood to fuck you up in front of your peers,” Zander offers with a shrug, looking like he doesn’t give a shit. “Besides, last time I checked, you couldn’t hit one fucking target, so between us, I think I have a better chance of outscoring you.”
“Shut the fuck up, Benedict,” Jeremy snaps. “Why don’t you go talk to your dead parents than think you’re better than me, someone far more talented than you?”
A few curse and gasp at his words.
I’m simply fuming in place, my hands clenched into fists.
Zander notices, which is why he’s suddenly in my face.
“Aww, no. Are you mad, Sweet Dynamite?” he surprisingly asks, despite the attention obviously being on him. “You don’t need to get high blood pressure over this guy. Not good for your health.”
“Zander,” I whisper and use my eyes to plead with him.To understand why the fuck he takes this bullshit.
“Ah. You don’t like me tolerating nonsense, huh?” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Should I teach him a lesson? I’ll do it if you tell me to.”
His offering is too tempting to refuse, but Scarlett clears her throat, interrupting us.
“Prescott? Instead of delaying my inevitable victory, can you hurry the fuck up?”
Great. My turn.
But first.
Turning to face Domino once more, I have his shirt in my grasp, tugging him with an unexpected force that leaves him bewildered.
“Your card.”
“What?” He blinks and is growing angrier by the second, realizing I’m holding him by the collar.
“Give me your AMEX card.”
“You haven’t won.”
“Not the point,” I press. “Give me your card.”
He seems intrigued by my demand. Enough that he grunts and pulls himself out of my grasp so he can retrieve his wallet. Pulling out the black card, he offers it to me.
“Here.”
“Thank you, my Ruthless King,” I say as sweetly as I can while taking the metal card. Before he can react, I’m back to tugging him down to my level, so I can give him a firm kiss on his lips.
I can feel his entire body grow rigid by the kiss, but it’s done before I can cringe at the idea of kissing this man in front of the entire class.
Eww.
Hoping to wash that memory out on a later date, I turn away, walk over to Jeremy and smile like some innocent bitch who isn’t plotting his demise in her mind.
