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“Knox? Did you hear me? I said, do you have a plan?”
Shaking myself out of my memories, I shrugged. “I’m going to talk to my dad. But there’s something about the nanny and that girl…something I don’t trust. Maybe it’s better that I’m there to keep an eye on things. You know my parents aren’t home much.”
“Why do you keep calling her ‘that girl’?” Tristan smirked at me. “She has a name. And if you look at her objectively, she’s fucking hot.” He paused. “Not that it makes up for the fact that she’s the hired help, I guess.”
WhydidI keep refusing to call her by her name? It made things more impersonal. Made it easier to treat her with the contempt she deserved. Last night in the kitchen had been—
Fuck. I shook my head. “We all know your taste in girls is questionable, Tris. Maybe you wanna get your eyes checked out.”
Laughing, he elbowed me in the side. “I could say the same for you.”
“Fuck off.” Downing the rest of my beer, I placed the empty bottle on the table and then climbed to my feet. “I’m gonna get the stuff I need from my room. Wait for me?”
“Only if you bring me some condoms. I’m out.”
“You should try keeping your dick in your trousers sometime. You’re going to run out of girls.” I headed to my room, hearing him call, “Where’s the fun in that?” behind me.
I grabbed a few of the textbooks I needed, shoving them into my bag, then rummaged in my bedside drawer for the box of Magnums I kept in there.
Back in the main crypt, I threw a strip of Magnums at him. “Bet those don’t even last you a week.” Laughing, I twisted out of reach of his fist and tucked another strip into my bag. Last night had proved to me that my dick needed some action. As soon as fucking possible.
* * *
Walking into my afternoon business studies class with Tristan and Chelsea, a gorgeous but annoyingly whiny girl who I unfortunately had to put up with because of her status as one of the elite—her parents were influential in this town, and I had to play nice—I was met by the sight of Elena Greenwood sitting very fucking close to William Fitzgerald-Jones. They were deep in discussion, their heads bent together as they studied a piece of paper on the desk in front of them. I didn’t even think—just headed straight over to the desk and swiped the paper from underneath their noses.
“Give that back!” Elena jumped to her feet, reaching for the paper, but I held it out of her reach easily. William may have been a prefect, but he was a meek, mild-mannered guy, and he knew his place. The only way I could tell he was pissed off was the way he sat back with his arms folded across his chest, his mouth set in a flat line. He wouldn’t dare to cross one of the elite, and so I dismissed him. Elena was the one I wanted to piss off, anyway.
“What’s this?” I scanned the paper, taking in the lines and notes scattered across it. “Music? Did you miss the part where this is a business studies class?”
“I know. Give it back.” Her eyes shot daggers at me. I let the paper fall to the floor, then stepped on it like the dick I was, leaving an imprint of my shoe.
Tristan and Chelsea had witnessed the whole thing, and Chelsea smirked at me but didn’t say anything. Tristan looked amused for the most part, although there was a hint of a question in his eyes, and I knew it was one I wouldn’t be able to answer. I fucking hated how easily this girl was getting under my skin.
Today, her hair was back to being shiny and straight, framing her heart-shaped face. She’d taken her blazer off, even though we were supposed to keep them on at all times unless it was an exceptionally hot day, and her high tits strained against the fabric of her shirt. Her lips were all pouty and glossy, and her eyes looked huge and luminous.
Fuck. No. Those were things I shouldn’t be noticing about her. Ever.
William swiped the paper from the floor, muttering to himself, but I paid him no attention. Not until he leaned into Elena, placing his hand on her arm and whispering in her ear. My lip curled, and I took a step forwards. He fucking dared to touch—
“Everyone, please take your seats.” The voice of Professor Fletcher, our business studies teacher, sounded from behind me, and there was a mad scramble as everyone moved into their places. I took my usual seat at the back of the classroom, kicking my feet out in front of me and leaning back in my chair, the legs scraping on the worn flagstones. My gaze scanned the classroom, purposely avoiding a certain dark-haired girl. Until…what the fuck?
“What the fuck is Chelsea doing?” I hissed to Tristan, watching as she slid into the empty seat on Elena’s other side instead of sitting with us as usual. Now Elena was sandwiched between her and William.
He glanced at me with a shrug, the corners of his lips kicking up in amusement. “Fuck knows. Making friends?”
He thought this was funny? Fuck him.
When Chelsea shot me a sly smile, it suddenly became clear. This was payback. I’d turned her down last week, and she thought this would get to me. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, watching her smile fall.
Then, I spent the rest of the class glaring at the back of Elena’s head, and when it ended, I couldn’t even say what we’d been studying.
6
ELENA
“Seventy-five. That’s my final offer.”
“It’s worth way more than that, and you know it. It hasn’t even been used.” I narrowed my eyes at the scruffy-looking bearded man, and he grinned, showing me his missing teeth.
