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I look mostly put back together except for the lack of panties. I don’t even have a spare pair in my backpack because I don’t get my period, thanks to the IUD I have so I don’t end up accidentally pregnant. Now I have to go sit in his class with my sore, bare ass pressed against those damn chairs. He didn’t do me any favors. I think I’m going to blow off the rest of the day. It’s not like it’s hard to sneak off campus, and hopefully Max will cover for me somehow, though anyone who watched that scene with Max won’t find it weird if I leave. I’ll just pretend to be upset.
I pull out my phone and send Lathan a message. Somehow his number ended up in my phone at some stage last night. He’s under his own name, because if anyone finds it, it won’t seem suspicious due to us being classmates. I let him know I’m leaving for the day. I’m going to go see Dayton and find out if he can update me on the conversation with Bishop.
Me: I’m out. Going to see Asian Hottie for an update. I can’t take high school drama today.
Lathan: Are you okay? Brock leaked your records to all of the faculty, and of course Stella shared it at dinner with her family last night. Sophie is responsible for the notice on the message board.
Me: Yes, I’m annoyed, but whatever. Want to speak to Asian Hottie about Latino Lovely and what the boss had to say.
Lathan: You want company?
Me: Nah, I’m good.
He sends me a thumbs-up emoji, and I shove my phone back into my bag since there’s no place in my skirt to keep it. I wish women’s clothes designers would put more pockets in dresses and skirts. When I leave the bathroom, the corridor is empty once more with everyone having transitioned to their next class, so it’s as simple as can be for me to stroll out and away from the school and toward the center of town. I’m done playing a highschooler. If there is anything this job has done, it has assured me that I would not have enjoyed attending a real high school. I would have been expelled for violence within weeks.
My heart skips with excitement at the idea of seeing Dayton. I mean, I really need to speak to him about what Bishop’s decision was, but I also kind of just want to say hi and maybe clear the air a little more after yesterday. I can’t believe I’m about to admit this, but it’s not awful working with them now that they have pulled their heads out of their asses and we are starting to work as a team—not that I would ever say that out loud. If we can get Bishop to keep his shit together, we may have this wrapped up in a week or two, but do I want to be done with Team Basilisk so quickly? I won’t be upset if the job drags out either. The more I get to know them, the more I enjoy it, and having sex with gorgeous men for my job is no hardship at all. The fact that they are sweet about it is a bonus. In the past, anyone I had sex with wasn’t in the know, so I was treated all kinds of ways. Max and Anders have both been so kind and respectful, and it’s a nice change.
I wear a smile on my face and walk with a skip in my step as I make my way toward Inkubus. There is quite a breeze today, though, so I have one hand on my skirt so I don’t accidentally flash a driver and cause an accident. That wouldn’t be very good for my cover.
Chapter 26
LATHAN
I frown at the conversation that just took place on my phone. Mac just texted me to tell me she was leaving for the day. I don’t know how, but she seemed shaken and not as confident as she usually is. I guess that kind of attention can be tiring regardless of how tough you are, even if none of it’s real.
The door to the classroom bangs open, and Max stomps in. He’s pissed, and he confirms it when he snaps at everyone to get out their books. What is up his ass now? He left early this morning, and none of us have had a chance to talk to him yet. He was not happy about the outcome of last night’s meeting with Percy, and I’m almost certain he followed Bishop to school and kept an eye on him at football training. Bishop has become a huge problem, and as team lead, he doesn’t want Bishop to fuck everything up for all of us, not to mention Kenzie. The world would come crashing down around us if he outed her as an international spy and assassin, not to mention we would all be out of a job if he also announced to the world that MITHOS was a covert black ops outfit and not the exclusive college it’s portrayed as to the public.
I try to catch Max’s eye, but he won’t look in our direction at all. He just turns around and starts spouting off dates and facts, telling us to make notes on them.
I lean over and ask Ry, “Hey, what’s up with Max?”
Ry’s lips are pursed, and he’s watching his brother very carefully. “I have no idea, but whatever it is, I don’t think it’s anything good,” he replies. Miller turns his head to listen in to what we’re saying while still taking notes. I’m not sure why he bothers, since none of us are going to be here long enough to fail or pass, and we know all this shit anyway.
“I just got a text from Mac. She bailed for the day,” I tell them, and this has Miller turning around to join the conversation.
“Maybe something happened between them again?” he suggests without judgment in his tone.
“You may be right. Max was pissed that we weren’t allowed to share our identities with her yesterday. You jackasses wanting to test her really made things awkward for him. You know he has the hardest job in this mission.”
Bishop leans back on his chair, two legs floating in the air. “Bullshit. He gets to tap her sweet ass. I wouldn’t mind swapping spots with him.” He doesn’t speak all that quietly, and people turn around to stare and whisper amongst themselves, but that all suddenly dies off, and I turn my glare away from my asshole team member and back to the front where our team leader is fucking frosty.
“Did you have something to add, Mr. Ramirez?” Max’s tone says don’t fuck with me, but of course Bishop doesn’t care. He lets his chair drop down and then casually stands up.
“I was just telling your brother that he should try out the whore who’s advertising on the noticeboard, that way he can really get a feel for whether he likes boys or girls without having to worry about any unnecessary attachments. It’s just a transaction, and I’ve heard she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I bet she does some nasty things too. I love me a nasty bitch, they can be so creative.”
My mouth drops open in shock. I can’t fucking believe he just said that. He’s really taking his role a bit far.
“You shut your fucking mouth,” Miller shouts and leaps at him. Yes, we choreographed a fight between them, but it wasn’t supposed to be until lunch. Bishop just got personal, even though none of the surrounding students know that Miller and Ryland are lovers.
They have been my best friends for years. We were all in the same MITHOS class, and Miller and Ryland got together halfway through our initial year of training and have been together since. The rest of our team doesn’t care, and we’re happy they have each other to turn to when they need comfort, but Bishop has been clearly homophobic since he joined our team, which is only one of his problems. I can’t wait to see the back of him after this assignment. It can’t come soon enough.
Miller and Bishop are wrestling, knocking over chairs, and trying to throw punches. Luckily for Bishop, Miller doesn’t connect solidly, otherwise he’d be knocked out much like last night. The stupid asshole has a glass jaw. By the time MITHOS discovered that, he was already through training and assigned to a team.
Ry and I jump in and try to separate them, but it’s not easy.
“Enough!” Max shouts over the crowd that’s egging on the two combatants. He strides in and gets between them. His nice clothes are deceiving, but Max is built, and he manages to yank the two apart, shoving them in opposite directions.
“Sit,” he tells Miller, shoving him at his desk. “And you get out,” he tells Bishop, pointing at the door. “I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my classroom, nor will I tolerate bullying.” He looks around the room. “If I find out who put that flier up of Ms. Walsh, they will be spending every Saturday in detention with me for the next month.”
