Page 62 of Twisted Elites

“You did that all by your horny self,” Leopold added.

“Give me that phone!” She barreled toward me like a charging bull.

Leopold grabbed her by the arm. With a lightning-fast martial art movement, Miss Claymore broke out of the hold, twisted toward him, and made a hard palm strike that knocked him into the wall. Then she swept her leg under Leopold and sent him falling onto his back.

A gasp caught in my throat, and I fumbled for the door handle. Her head turned in my direction. The fury that burned in the woman’s eyes made her look ready to throw me head-first out of the window.

She rushed toward me, hissing, “Give me that phone!”

Leopold sprang up from the floor, grabbed Miss Claymore around the waist, and tackled her to the ground.

She thrashed about, trying to release herself from his grip. “Get off me, or I’ll expel you for assaulting a teacher.”

A shirtless Sebastian piled on top of her, and she raised her head, trying to buck them both off. I continued filming Miss Claymore. This footage was becoming more and more incriminating as time passed, and her dressing gown slipped off her shoulders and down her back.

“Stop this, right now!” She tried pulling herself up but only exposed the scandalously transparent, lace cups of her baby doll.

My eyes bulged, and I zoomed into her seduction attire. The red lipstick smudged across her face as she snarled and bucked, giving us the ammunition we needed to make her leave. Perhaps the woman was drunk. Perhaps she felt like she couldn’t get herself into any more trouble, perhaps she was confident that she’d eventually seize my smartphone before I would upload the footage to the cloud, but she acted like she was going to kill us all as soon as she got free.

After several moments of struggling, she flopped down to the floor. “Enough. I won’t go after Miss Evergreen.”

Sebastian flicked his head, gesturing for me to move further away. I backed into the bathroom and continued filming through the gap in the door with my left leg wedged against the wood. When I gave him a nod, he rolled off her and kept his muscular arms up, ready to catch her in case she bolted toward me.

Miss Claymore twisted around and glowered at Leopold, who still had his arms wrapped around her waist. “Let go, Mr. Brunswick!”

He backed off, remaining on his knees and ready to pounce, but Miss Claymore settled herself on the mattress with her long legs outstretched. She pulled her dressing gown closed, dipped her head, then her shoulders shook with what looked like silent sobs.

Leopold scrambled to his feet and stood in front of the bathroom.

“What do you want?” her voice broke.

Sebastian knelt at her side. “Stop pursuing me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve apologized for pigging you. It was a vicious, vindictive game, and I was a vicious, vindictive, little bastard.”

She shook her head. “You never gave us a chance.”

I wrinkled my nose and continued filming. Did she have some kind of disorder?

Sebastian scowled. “I never meant any of those things I said to you. They all came from my grief counselor.”

“That’s the plot of Cyrano de Bergerac,” she spat.

I blinked. Cyrano de Bergerac was a fictional soldier with a big nose, who wrote love letters to a woman called Roxane on behalf of another man named Christian. Roxane fell in love with Christian, never learning the identity of the letter writer until Cyrano’s death.

“True,” said Leopold, “But the grief counselor is in his early thirties, which might be a bit old for a woman of your tastes.”

I rolled my eyes. Now wasn’t the time to rile the wounded beast.

“Detention,” she snarled.

“For insolence or for defending myself against an older woman trying to ride a boy young enough to be her son?”

Miss Claymore’s gaze traveled past Leopold and straight to me. The fury in her eyes turned my blood frigid. “Come with me, Miss Evergreen. The school has specific rules about sexual conduct.”

“I’m aware of them, but the Teaching Regulation Agency also has rules,” I said. “Someone tried to kill me multiple times, and this video is proof that you’re willing to hurt anyone who gets in the way of you molesting Sebastian, including Sebastian himself.”

“If you upload that video, I’ll—” Her teeth clacked shut. The woman was demented, but she wasn’t stupid.

“You know what?” Leopold picked up his phone. “I’m going to call my mother and tell her everything.”