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Pulling one out, I flip it open and discover what I was expecting. First editions. It says a lot about our dear leader. More fucking money than sense.
“I would just like to run through a few things, a few ground rules if you will, and then we’ll go over your schedules and you can begin your new life as Sterling Prep students.” His eyes run over the three of us, and I already know what’s going to come out of his mouth before he says it.
“First, I think we should discuss how we expect our uniforms to be worn.”
Chapter Six
Remi
“Did you see them? I heard Principal Vager almost peed his pants when he called them into his office.”
I roll my eyes at the girls behind me. It’s all I’ve heard all morning, and it’s only second period.
Did you see them?
Did you check out their tattoos?
What do you think they’re doing here?
I heard they’re in a gang.
Unsurprisingly, the Jagger brothers are the hot gossip on everyone’s lips. Girls are already hatching master plans of seduction, and Bexley and his football friends are no doubt plotting their revenge. And here I am, trying my best to stay under the radar.
The door to AP English flies open, and Mr Triskin lets out a startled cry. “This English?” Ace steps into the room, and I swear you could hear a pin drop.
“Crap,” I mumble under my breath. I was praying we wouldn’t share any classes, but I’m hardly surprised.
It’s like the universe just loves torturing me.
“You’re late.” The teacher stands, letting his glass-rimmed gaze look over Ace.
Someone snickers, and I find myself smiling along with them. It is quite amusing. Ace stands at least a foot taller than Mr Triskin. He’s shed the school-issue blazer and rolled up the sleeves on his crisp white shirt. Dark, menacing tattoos snake up his neck and run down his arms like twisted vines.
“Holy. Crap. He’s fine,” Lylah Donovan groans from behind me, and her girlfriends all snicker.
I tune them out. I know all about how strong Ace is, how scary and intimidating he is.
“Something came up,” Ace replies around an easy smile. I frown. He seems different. Still as scary as hell but more chilled.
Then it hits me.
He’s high.
Jesus, he really does give zero fucks.
“Find a seat, Mr Jagger.” Triskin looks ready to blow.
I glance around, relieved to find no empty desks next to me. The last thing I need is to spend the next fifty minutes with Ace within breathing distance. My relief is short-lived though, when he stalks right up to me. I lower my eyes, refusing to play whatever game he has up his sleeve today.
Lylah and her friends can barely contain their excitement. “You can sit next to me,” she says in a dulcet tone that makes my skin crawl.
To my satisfaction, Ace doesn’t acknowledge her.
“Mr Jagger, we don't have all day.” Mr Triskin lets out a frustrated breath.
“You,” Ace barks at the kid at the next desk over. “Move.”
“I... uh, yeah, sure.” He slinks out of the chair to the nearest empty desk. Ace drops down beside me, stretching his leg out to the side so that his boot kisses my desk.
