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“Shut the fuck up.” He says, grabbing the cup in my hand and hurling it against the wall behind me.
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4.
Rogue
The cup hits the wall with a bang, and she reacts with a satisfying flinch.
I don’t know who she is.
Not that I give a fuck about any of the other students, but I know who goes to RCA. I have to approve every one of them before they can formally be accepted.
And I know for a fact I didn’t approve her.
“Excuse me?” She asks, a tentative frown creasing her face.
American.
My face falls and my eyes darken at her accent. The rage I’d been working to keep tightly controlled explodes out of me.
“Are you stupid in addition to being clumsy as fuck” I ask, savagely. “I told you to shut up while I figure out what to do with you.”
This time her reaction is anything but tentative.
Anger flashes in her eyes as she crosses her arms against her chest. “And who the fuck are you to talk to me that way?” She demands furiously.
My hand snaps out and grabs her neck, my fingers wrapping around her throat in a firm grip.
Whoever this girl is, I’m about to teach her a lesson on how to respect her superiors.
She goes still in my hold as her eyes open in fear. Her hands come up to grab mine and try to pry my fingers off her.
Her hands push and pull, struggling to weaken my grip. Her fear is a palpable thing in the air, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
“Rogue.” Sixtine says hesitantly, trepidation filling her voice as she approaches me like someone would approach a dangerous animal.
Recognition flashes quickly through the girl’s eyes and I smirk internally.
She’s heard about me.
The thought sends a bolt of lust straight to my dick.
I want her to know exactly who I am and what I’m capable of before I destroy her.
It’ll make victory taste that much sweeter.
“Give her a break, it’s her first day here.”
To my left, Phoenix shifts from his position as uninterested onlooker and steps up to Sixtine.
“Stay out of this Six. I’d conveniently forgotten you exist over the summer. ” He takes her chin in his hand, but she whips her head out of his grasp and doesn’t say a word. “Don’t remind me that you do.” He warns.
“You’re American?” I question the girl in my grip. She’s stopped trying to pry my fingers off her neck and instead stands looking at me with a stare I can’t decipher.
“We’reAmerican, actually.” Two other girls have walked up to us. It’s Nera’s silver haired companion who speaks. “What’s going on here? Let go of my best friend, you psycho.”
Rhys extends a hand onto her shoulder, stopping her mid-step with an easy grin.
