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“I’m sorry, but what did you say?” I ask, my tone turning deadly, and the guy blanches when my hand tightens on his arm.
“Well, aren’t you a whore? I saw an advertisement that says you’d put out for minimal cash, which works for me because I’m broke.”
I grind my teeth together as Cassie asks, “Where did you see that?”
“It’s on the school noticeboard with a mug shot from when you were arrested. So how about it?”
I release the guy.
“Fuck off, Gary,” Stephanie sneers at him. “You know that’s just some bullshit prank.”
Cassie grabs my arm and tows me up the steps as I catalog how many ways I can kill someone quietly and efficiently to calm myself down.
The noise escalates when we enter, but I ignore everything. Cassie stops in front of the noticeboard, which just so happens to be outside the French classroom next to the trophy cabinet that I was checking out yesterday.
“Oh my god,” Sally screeches. “It is you.” Sure enough, there is a mug shot of me, followed by a flier advertising my services. All three girls look at me. Stephanie and Cassie look concerned, but Sally snickers.
“Well, I guess you’ll fit right in at the club then.” She turns her back and flounces off in a fairly good impression of Jessica. I’m not here to make friends, but it hurt that she automatically believed it.
“That’s not right, is it?” Stephanie asks quietly, and because of my cover, I have to play this a certain way.
“I was forced to do it at my last home. If I didn’t, they would have pimped out the younger kids as well,” I murmur, looking down at the floor and shuffling my feet nervously.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Cassie yanks me in for a hug, and I stumble into her as Stephanie crowds in at the same time. “It’s okay. We’ve all had to do things we aren’t proud of to get by, but how did they find out?”
I grit my teeth, and when I hear a peal of laughter, I look up and find Sophie and her cohorts laughing and pointing. Jessica is with them, but the boys are nowhere to be seen. The football guys and Bishop are though, and they are all laughing as well.
“I have a good idea who it might have come from. Sophie’s sister is part of the faculty, isn’t she?” I fist my hands and start marching in their direction, acting how I think a tough as nails foster kid might act, but Cassie leaps after me, hauling me to a stop.
“Don’t do it, Mac. Sophie is untouchable. You will get suspended or worse, expelled, and then you’re screwed.”
“So I’m supposed to let this violation of my privacy go?” I ask, feigning anger.
“Yup, even if you do complain to the principal, he won’t care. You’re just another foster kid with no parents to scam donations out of. You are worth next to nothing in his eyes. Just ignore it, it will go away eventually.”
This fucking sucks. I can’t believe these kids get no support. There is so much wrong with all of this. I wonder if Princess Sadeen is looking for a new cause to support, because the foster system is certainly a worthy one. I will speak to her about it next time I see her.
“Fine,” I grind out and turn my back.
“Hey, Mac, I hear you’re an expert at sucking cock, how about giving this one a go?” I whirl back around, and Bishop is cupping his junk as everyone else around him laughs.
“I do like to suck cock, but in order for it to be enjoyable for both of us, I would need to find it first, and I don’t have a magnifying glass handy, so you’re out of luck,” I call back, flipping him off.
He scowls, but I don’t have time for his shit. I need to get ready for class, or I’m sure Ms. Standish will find some excuse to call me out over something. I’m done with this whole assignment. The quicker we can get it wrapped up, the quicker I can return to my life. Killing bad guys on a regular basis is more fun than this shit.
Chapter 25
French is awful. Stella Standish is a massive cunt, and she and Sophie twitter annoyingly throughout the whole class. She manages not to teach anything for the whole lesson, instead just tossing innuendos and sly remarks in my direction the whole time, so I stick my earbuds in and listen to music.
“Am I boring you, Mademoiselle Walsh?” she asks, pulling one of the buds out of my ears. I hadn’t heard her approach because I’m channeling my anger by listening to the German rock band Rammstein. Their music is so delightfully German, and I’m fluent, so it’s fun to listen to.
I snatch my earbuds out of my ears. “No, but I’m not sure you have the ability to teach me anything new, and since you seem to be using today to throw catty, useless remarks in my direction, I don’t see the need to listen to your pettiness. I’m sorry you’re stuck in a dead-end town with no prospects. It must be very demoralizing for you knowing you’ll probably go nowhere, but hey, you might marry a man who won’t put on fifty pounds six months after the wedding, and you might have two children who won’t be complete shits, but I wouldn’t hold your breath for too long.” I say all of that in French, and the class falls silent as they try to figure out what I just said, but Stella is obviously fluent, because she understood it all, and she screeches and stomps her foot.
“You will not talk to me like that.” She slams her hand down on my desk.
I slowly get to my feet, my eyes locked on her, and my gaze turns cold like it does when I’m dealing with one of my targets. “How about you shut your damn trap about my past then? You are supposed to be the adult in this class and advocating for my rights, but instead, you join in the bullying. You are no better than my johns, but at least they paid me for the privilege of fucking me over.”
I pick up my backpack and walk out of the classroom, not even flinching when she yells at me to come back. I don’t notice what direction I’m going in, I just know that if I don’t leave, I will do something that might jeopardize the case, and we can’t have that.
