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“Um… Ace, what is this?” I bristle as the high pitch of Michaela’s voice flows through me.
I glance over to find her wearing the smallest dress I think I’ve ever seen and with her hand on her cocked hip.
“We’re dancing. How about you go and find someone to do the same with. Most of the team are free. I know how you feel about them.” I wink, remembering her words from the other night.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. And with her,” she spits, looking over at Remi as if she’s nothing but a bit of shit on her shoe.
“Fuck you, Michaela. I’m dancing with my boyfriend.” I can’t help but smile that she still calls me that. She might be angry, but I know I’ve not lost her. I’m also pretty confident that she’ll forgive me once the truth is revealed. “Go and sniff at someone who isn’t already taken.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Michaela says patronizingly. “Ace is taken. He’s with me now. Poor, delusional little Remi,” she mutters, slipping her hand through my arm and trying to pull me away.
I can’t help but laugh, because if anyone is delusional here it’s not Remi.
A crackle comes over the sound system, stopping Michaela from trying to peel me from Remi. She looks toward the stage where Principal Vager stands with a microphone in his hand.
“In a few short minutes, we’re going to crown your Homecoming king and queen. In the meantime, we’ve got a short video clip to show you.”
I keep my face blank of emotion despite the fact that my insides are having a party with what’s about to happen.
“I hope you’re ready for some Sterling Prep school spirit.” I couldn’t have written a better script for Vager if I’d tried.
He nods his head at the IT nerd who’s in the control room, the exact one who’s been paid a hefty sum to switch the tapes at the last minute.
The room falls silent as the projector lights up the wall. It’s fucking huge, and the feeling of sweet, sweet victory fills my veins.
The screen crackles to life like an old home movie before our one and only cheer bitch fills the wall before us. A collective gasp sounds out as they get a look at their queen in all her naked glory.
“Oh my God,” Michaela screeches. “What the hell is this? Turn it off,” she cries. “Turn it the fuck off now.” She runs for the stage as Remi turns her eyes on me. They narrow in accusation but she already knows that I’m behind this. She doesn't need me to confirm it.
Laughter starts up around the room and the guys start to hoot and holler as they take in Michaela, naked and tied to the chair in my bedroom. Only no one can see where she is, because behind her is just a cream wall. I was quick to make sure there would be nothing to tie this to me.
“What do I think of the football team?” Her voice comes through the speakers, repeating the question I’d just asked her. The room falls silent and tension begins to mount as everyone waits for her answer. She scoffs and rolls her eyes before givin
g her honest reply. “They’re a bunch of cockless douchebags. They all think they’re God’s gift to football, going straight to the NFL. Most of them can’t catch a cold, let alone a fucking football.”
The movie crackles again, cutting to another scene. She’s still bound, but I’ve zoomed in, just to ensure everyone gets a good view.
“The cheerleaders are hairbrained idiots as well. I only hang around them because they make me look good. It would be nice to have a fucking intelligent conversation for once but no, hair this, make-up that. Ugh, it’s exhausting.”
The tension in the room is palpable as Michaela continues to bash those who are meant to be her friends.
“Turn it off,” she screams, racing toward the control room. She’ll be shit out of luck, because those tech guys have locked themselves in, as per my instructions.
“Okay, okay. Everyone settle down. The show is over,” Vager booms over the sound system. Unfortunately for him, he comes to stand right in front of Michaela’s crotch just as I zoom in again.
The entire school erupts with laughter as he looks around for support. It’s fucking chaos as the cheer squad moves toward their captain, their faces furious, while Michaela rattles at the door, attempting to stop her very public social suicide. The entire crowd seems to surge forward to get a better look at the scene unfolding before them.
And I stand there, feeling better than I have in a long fucking time.
“Okay, let’s announce our king and queen, shall we?” Vager tries to maintain order, despite the naked cheer captain behind his head.
Hardly anyone is paying him any attention as he reaches into the envelope in his hand. “And your Homecoming king is…” he booms, trying to get everyone’s attention. I see Bexley step forward out of the corner of my eye, and a smirk curls at his lips. He seems to care more about a fucking crown than the words that just fell from Michaela’s lips, but then, I guess they were mostly true. He is a cockless douchebag.
“Hayden Lincoln.”
The look on Bexley’s face is fucking priceless. He’s already halfway to the stage, ready to accept what he thinks is his God-given right. Once he realizes he shouldn’t be moving, he very quickly disappears into the crowd as a very shocked looking Hayden emerges, cheered on by the rest of the team. None of which pay Bexley any attention.
Hayden climbs up on stage and accepts his crown before Vager takes to the mic once again.
