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I started a reply that I would’ve regretted the next time my cock craved pussy but deleted it. The worst punishment for a girl like Bri would be not to answer her at all.
Ms. Wood noddedas I left detention for the second time this week, her stubby fingers knuckle deep in the bag of Takis I brought her.
Becca was right. Ms. Wood was easily plied with a simple bribe of soda and snacks from the stash she kept in our shared apartment.
The only vending machine in the school was stocked with zero sugar protein bars, rice chips and some fruit things that looked like they belonged in the compost.
I didn’t blame Ms. Wood for wanting a bit of junk food.
With her off-label clothes and unwaxed upper lip, she looked like she’d gotten the job at Briar Hall based more on her willingness to deal with the worst of the students than anything else. In fact, I think she might have worked at Lennox High for a while during my freshman year. As a janitor if I was remembering it right. I rarely forgot a face.
Becca was right about Bri, too. The bitch never showed yesterday. Looked like money and status really could buy you anything. Even a one-way ticket out of high school detention. I snorted to myself, hefting my books down the hall to the main atrium and the stairs leading up to the dorms.
Talk about a waste of power…
I fully expected another attack from her today in homeroom, but she didn’t show up there either. Or anywhere else on campus for the rest of the day. Then again, neither did blondies 1, 2, or 3, so I had to assume they were all ditching together. Fixing their spray tans, I bet.
If I thought ahead, I might’ve been able to sabotage that…
Oh, well. There would always be next time. I’d have to learn where Bri liked to frequent just in case she was intent on continuing to try and make my life hell.
Two could play at that game.
I paused in the atrium, peering down the hall leading in the direction of the cafeteria. It was vacant save for the chatter of students eating dinner, just like it had been yesterday. And I had it on good authority—thank you, Becca—that the Crows didn’t board here, which meant they’d already be gone for the day.
No one would know.
I backpedaled across the marble floor and used my elbow to jab the button on the elevator, bouncing on my heels as I waited for it to open. The thing was ancient, but at least it was better than lugging all these textbooks up three flights of stairs.
What kind of asshatsclaimedan elevator, anyway? Total bullshit if you asked me.
The doors pinged open, and I winced at the volume of the sound before stepping inside. Despite the masochistic part of me that almostwantedto get caught, I sighed in relief when the doors shut, boxing me in without being seen.
I made sure to jab the button for the main floor when I stepped back out on my floor, not wanting there to be any question as to whether it’d been used. And by whom.
No reason to poke the bears, especially when they hadn’t taken a swipe at me today.
I’d almost been disappointed—the three of them seemed distracted as hell in homeroom. Barely paid me any attention except to stare. I could feel it, even if I didn’t allow myself to turn around in my seat to check if my suspicions were on the money.
It would be better if they ignored me, but I got the feeling they were only biding their time for a better opportunity.
The sound of the shower and sweet smell of Becca’s shampoo greeted me when I shoved through the door, making sure to lock it behind me. I sagged against the frame for a second, happy for a moment spent utterly alone.
Detention wasn’t a group activity here. Not like it was at Lennox High, with a good mix of jocks and junkies. Loud jeering, tossed notes, and music playing so loudly through headphones that the cacophony of nine different songs echoed off the walls.
There were only two students with me in the borrowed science classroom used for detention at Briar Hall. So quiet, too. Like they were afraid to provoke Wood’s wrath.
Worked in my favor, though. I couldn’t imagine a more peaceful place to do all the work I was expected to catch up on. At this rate, I’d be ahead of the class by the end of the week.
Eager to set my books down, I kicked off my sneakers, stooping to draw the fifty I lifted from a buff dude that kept looking at my tits in math today. It was practically falling out of his back pocket anyway. At a place like this it was likely to be swept up and tossed out with the rest of the trash.
I’d make better use of it.
Hope the fucker enjoyed the show.
My phone chirped when I entered my room, and I tossed the pile of books onto the bed before flopping down next to them, snatching it from the nightstand.
Shit.
