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Hawk leans back against the house and takes a drag from his beer. For now, all that potential energy has been released. I’m sure he’ll find a guy to beat up or a girl to fuck later.

“Your dad still moving the gold digger in?” Cam asks as he relaxes. His beer bottle dangles from his fingers.

I nod and take a drink. The arrangements have all been made. It won’t be long now. My life is a fucking shit show.

“Damon!” Olivia Carmichael says my name like she’s having an orgasm as she enters our space. Or at least tries to enter our space.

I don’t look at her.

Hawk smiles, cutting her off before she can grab on to me. “What’s up, Olivia?”

She stops as he steps in her way and shifts so she can still talk to me.

“I was thinking of having a private party later this weekend, Damon. Do you want to come?” She emphasizes the word come.

I turn to look at her. She’s the opposite of everything EvanAnn is. Her hair is styled to look windblown and natural. Her face is painted to best accentuate her beauty. She’s a fucking Barbie doll brought to life, and all the Kens in this school have already used her. Including Hawk, but not me.

That’s the only reason the rich princess is interested in me. I’m the one she can’t have. But she might be of use to us this year. A plan has been forming, and it’s starting to solidify.

I give Hawk a slight nod to let her pass. He steps out of Olivia’s way. Moving in close, she smiles seductively as she puts her hands on my arm, squeezing the muscle.

“I have the house to myself tomorrow,” she says in a low voice, looking up at me with those baby blue eyes. She glances at my boys, eyeing them up and down like they’re on sale at Saks. “You could all come. All three of you. We could have a good time.”

“You want all of us to fuck you?” Hawk arches an eyebrow.

“Not at the same time.” She glares at him, but gives me an eager look. “Unless that’s what you want, Damon.”

Desperate is not a good look on Olivia.

“Tell me what you know about EvanAnn Ward.” I nod at Evan, where she stands awkwardly to the side while Chase plays beer pong with his teammates. He’s on the football team. The teams in our schools tend to stick together. It’s something he has right now—and so is Evan.

Evan has her arms wrapped around her center, clearly not a party girl like the half-naked girls dancing around the pool.

This isn’t her scene. Wasn’t her scene until she started hooking up with Chase.

Olivia’s smile falters a little and she turns to look over at them. She smirks and lets out an unladylike snort. “That loser?”

“Yeah, that loser.” I brush the backs of my fingers along Olivia’s jawline and her eyes light up. She’s wanted me for years. I’ll let her believe I’ve suddenly developed an interest if it helps me get what I really want. What I need is information. Information about everything Chase has, including his little theater nerd.

She glances again. “She’s been dating Chase since spring, but he never brought her outside to lunch. His ex sits at the Anteros table.”

“Abby Baker,” Cam fills in, since he knows I don’t know. If it didn’t involve hockey before this year, I wasn’t interested. “Abby’s queen bee of the theater department.”

“What does that make EvanAnn?” I narrow my eyes on Evan. She shivers and turns to look around like she can feel me hating her.

“One of those good girl types, probably looking for someone to fund their dreams.” Olivia laughs. “For the right guy, she spreads them. He’s a rich fuckboy. He probably got with her because she’s a virgin or something.”

“A virgin?” I look the little ant up and down, maybe with too much interest. How many girls in our school make it to eighteen with their virginity intact?

“If she was one, she definitely isn’t now,” Olivia squeezes my arm. “I doubt she was. She’s eighteen and the theater kids get freaky. She’s been dating Chase for months. You don’t keep a guy like that without giving him what he needs. I don’t pay much attention to the Anteros group, but she acts like a prude. She’s a real nerd. I don’t know why he bothers. Maybe it’s because she’s talented enough to make it. Not someone that you’d be interested in. She’s smart and artistic, exactly what our schools want. But poor.”

Olivia says it like it’s a disease. To people like us, maybe it is. People want what we have. We were born wealthy, but I won’t look down on the girl because she’s poor. I have other reasons to hate Evan.

“The only reason he’s with that charity case is because she’s good at something else, if you know what I mean. Or she can give him a boost to his future.” Olivia pets my arm and smiles up at me. “I could be good to you, Damon.”

I glance at Cam. I’m done with her. He straightens and moves in.

“Hey, Olivia, where are your friends? If we’re going to party, we need more than just you. I doubt you could handle the three of us on your own.” Cam wraps his arm around Olivia’s waist and walks her away. She glances back as she says something to him. He nods.