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Chapter Nine
Ace
Remi’s eyes are wide and full of unshed tears as she looks around the parking lot. Water drips from her hair and uniform. Her shirt is wet through and clings to her body in the most incredible way, showing off her pink bra beneath.
Wrapping her blazer around herself, she sets off to the sound of catcalls and wolf whistles. Anger burns within me that anyone else has the audacity to hurt her.
I glance around the crowd before my eyes land on the cheerleaders. And who should be front and center but the blonde she was with last night. My eyes narrow in her direction, but she’s too busy mocking Remi and gesturing to the giant ass puddle she drove through in order to drench her.
That bitch needs to be taught a fucking lesson.
With everyone distracted, I take off running in the direction Remi disappeared in. I step into the hallway just as the door to the girls’ locker room shuts.
Bingo.
As I slam the door back against the wall, every set of eyes turns on me.
“Out,” I bark.
Girls in varying arrays of dress scream, all running for the door once they’ve covered themselves up.
Good.
At least some got the message that I’m not to be messed with.
Stalking through the now empty space, I look for evidence of where she’s hiding. A hand dryer starts up and I follow the sound. I come to a stop in the doorway and find a crying Remi standing in her pink bra, holding her shirt under the hand dryer.
I lean my hip against the doorframe and watch her for a few moments. Her hair has been pulled over one shoulder, the milky skin of her back on full display until it’s cut off at the smallest part of her waist by her skirt. Unlike most of the other girls here, it’s not rolled up to expose as much skin as possible, and while I’m happy that she’s not showing every other guy more of her body, right now I can’t help wishing that it was.
I’ve had a taste of her now, and I only want more.
I remember how compliant, how eager she was beneath my hands last night. Fuck, my cock stirs just remembering the little moans that rumbled at the back of her throat as I kissed her. I can only imagine the noises she might make when I push her over the edge.
Remi still has no idea that I’m here—she’s too lost in her misery. As much as I want to stand here and just watch, my need to touch her gets the better of me.
She startles the second I press the length of my body against her back, her scream filling the room. But it soon falters when she registers that it’s me.
“It’s okay, Princess. It’s just me.” I’m sure to most people, having me sneak up behind them and whisper in their ear would be anything but okay. I take pride in my ability to strike when people least expect it. It earned me somewhat of a reputation back in the Heights.
My hands land on her waist and she trembles beneath them. “They’re going to pay for that, Princess.”
She sniffles. “It-it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Every muscle in my body tenses.
“Bullshit. You shouldn’t have to get used to that kind of treatment.”
She tries to move away, but my fingers grip her waist tighter to keep her in place.
“It’s just Michaela trying to be the Queen Bee, trying to impress her pathetic friends.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
She’s wrong.
It’s a really big fucking deal.
Reaching out, I take her shirt from her hands and place it on the basins beside us.
