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“Anywho! Enough with me spilling my sex life and expectations in men,” Iva so casually states and does a flick of my card in her grasp. “Off to shop I go. A good way to celebrate being a victor.”
She tilts her head over to Coach.
“See you next class, Coach. From the bench, sipping on a cocktail or something.”
She begins to walk away, and I notice Ares is following her. Maybe Iva senses his presence since she glances over her shoulder to acknowledge him.
“Ares? Why are you coming?”
“Good question, Prescott,” Coach speaks up. “Albrecht, you weren’t dismissed.”
“Who’s going to drive Miss Prescott to the mall to enjoy her shopping spree?” Ares offers and slides an arm over Iva’s shoulders. It’s such a possessive move, and I can’t deny how it makes me feel a bit jealous in the pit of my stomach. “Besides, I’m one of the ambassadors for tonight’s party, so I have permission from the headmaster to leave any class early if my services are needed elsewhere.”
“Smart fucker,” I swear under my breath because he’s speaking facts.
The privilege of being good-looking enough to swoon every female administrator in power in the university academic district.
“We came with the G-wagon, Ares,” Iva reminds him, though I can tell from the side glance of her face that she isn’t opposed to the idea of going with him to the mall.
Lucky bastard.
“I got my Ferrari during lunch,” Ares confesses and leans in close as if he’s going to whisper in her ear.Only everyone can hear his next set of words.“Thought we’d go on a date anyway to get you something sexy to wear tonight.”
The way Iva’s cheeks begin to flush leaves me more irritated.
Reminding me, once again, that I’m losing this fucking bet between us.
“So, now we can do that,” Ares assures her while his arm slips away from her shoulders. Only for him to take her right hand into his grasp. “Just on Domino’s money.”
“Don’t fucking bankrupt me, Ares!” I snap at him as he tugs Iva away.The fucker and his expensive taste.“No more than one hundred thousand!”
“What?” he calls back with a smug look that makes me want to speed walk after them so I can punch that smirk off those taunting lips. “No less than two hundred thousand? Got it!”
I can’t even argue because Zander is laughing his head off.
“Fuck class! Let me join!”
“Benedict! You ain’t playing hooky today,” Coach calls out before he can skip off.
“Boo. Coach? I’m a victim of bullying,” he pretends to whine and even gives off a saddened look of hurt. “Don’t let me go ratting the class out for promoting such uncivilized behavior.”
“Threatening our coach is an all-time low,” Scarlett snarls.
“Having an orgy before class in the locker rooms is also an all-time low, but do you see me laying out your dirty laundry?” he snaps right back, leaving a few girls to gasp while a few guys whistle.
Scarlett’s face is a bright red in seconds.
“You’re dismissed, Benedict,” Coach announces. He looks like he doesn’t want to give a fuck anymore.
“Wheeeeee! Thanks, Coach!” he exclaims delightedly. “Dolcezza! Wait up!”
The duo is already waiting for Zander, having kept their spot when he offered to come with them in the first place.
“You’re going to let her walk away with those two without any form of punishment or even acknowledgment that she threatened me and hit me with the handle of a loaded weapon?” Jeremey suddenly speaks up in anger. It’s as though he finally snapped out of his moment of shock.
Or fear.
“Oh,” Coach purposely says with a round mouth before he looks to the three as they turn their attention to him. “Prescott.”
