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“I wanna marry that man,” Noah moans, his eyes watching Bennett’s arse as he walks away.
“Ew, stop it.”
“Sorry, baby girl. But Betty is right. That is one fine specimen of man.”
Rolling my eyes, I shove past them both and head into the hallway. When they finally wipe the drool from their mouths and lose the stars in their eyes, they catch up to me quickly.
“What lessons do you have?” I ask them, pulling my phone out to check my class schedule.
“Math,” Noah answers happily, while Betty groans.
“Business.”
I link my arm through hers and walk. “Hey, cheer up, buttercup. I’ve got business too, so I’m guessing we’re in all the same classes.”
We compare our timetables, both happy to learn that we do have the same lessons, bar an English class I’m taking as an extra-credit thing. It’s a fourth-year class, and really, I don’t need it for my business degree; but since I’ve been studying English at university level for the last couple of years, my father let me add it on as long as it doesn’t affect the rest of my studies.
“I’m here,” Noah tells us, pointing off down another long hallway.
That’s all this university is. Long hallway after long hallway. If I hadn’t been here a few times already over the summer—thanks to my father making me visit—I’d have gotten lost countless times this morning.
With a quick goodbye, Noah leaves us for his class, while Betty and I carry on down the hall towards where the business rooms are.
A dark-haired girl stares at me while I pass, her eyes filling with venom as they track my movements. I’m almost free of her glaring face when she mutters under her breath, “Whore.”
Stopping in my tracks, I spin to face her.
“Excuse me?” I ask, straightening up and staring down at her. “What did you just call me?”
She straightens her back, rolling her shoulders before stepping into me. At five foot ten, I’m not a short girl, and she only comes up to my shoulder, but she tilts her head up, holding my gaze while she repeats herself with a bitter tone. “Whore.”
My hand lifts into the air, ready to slap a bitch, when Betty pulls me back.
“Nope. I know we said we couldn’t get in trouble, but do you really want to test the theory on our first day?” she asks me, her eyes straying to the girl. She stares at her for a long moment before flipping her gaze back to me. There’s a sparkle in her eyes when she shrugs at me, muttering under her breath, “But, then again.”
Without hesitation, Betty swings a fist out, hitting the girl square in the nose. My eyes widen when blood spills, and I barely hold back the laugh that wants to burst free. Out of the two of us, she’s more blood thirsty than I am, and I’m kind of grateful she took one for the team.
“I’m going to get you both kicked out of here so fast,” the girl shouts, tears filling her eyes while she cups her broken nose. Betty learnt to throw a punch from Oliver, and there is no way he wasn’t teaching his stepdaughter how to do it correctly.
At that, I laugh. “Try it, I dare you. Go and tell them Fallon Marsh sent you.”
Her mouth opens and closes in quick succession. Her eyes widening when the realisation of who I am comes to her. I’m not usually one for using my name to get me things, but this little bitch has wasted enough of my time already, so she needs to learn her place.
“Oh, look at that,” I say, stepping into her. “The cat has got your tongue, it seems. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t particularly care to know, but I’d stay out of my way if I were you. You have no pull here, but I can certainly do. Toodles.”
Linking my arm through Betty’s again, I pull us down the hallway and into our classroom, ignoring the whispers and gossip that follow us the entire way. We grab a table at the back, emptying our bags before Betty turns to me. “Any idea what that was about?”
“I have some,” I tell her, loading up the class information. “Though none I really want to think about.”
“You think it’s to do with the guys?”
“I imagine most things that go down in this place are to do with the guys.”
SIX
“I’mgoingtofuckingkill her,” Gage mumbles, tossing his bag to the floor and dropping down into the seat beside me. I lift my head from my phone long enough to ask him what the fuck he’s talking about before looking back down. I don’t really care, but I feel like I’d be a shit mate if I didn’t at least pretend.
“My stepsister. She went and broke Anna’s fucking nose this morning.”
