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Pushing past her, I head out of my room and find Ryder in the foyer. “I’m riding with you.”
He doesn’t ask and probably knows I’m in no mood. And school isn’t where I want to head, but that’s where I left my car last night. And once we arrive in the lot and park nearby, it’s tempting to simply get in and drive away. But there’re a few people here who still require a much-needed lesson. And none of them academic, but I’m ready to educate.
And lucky me, but unfortunately for him, I see one of my pupils as soon as I walk over the threshold. Principal Thatcher stands in the doorway of the front office, his eyes searching students as they walk by, as he constantly does. I always get the impression it’s more for his perverted satisfaction than anything else given the number of times he tugs at the waistband of his slacks for a slight adjustment.
As soon as his eyes assess my incomplete uniform, he signals for me to come his way. Dumbass. I was already heading in that direction, and he’s about to find out how much of a mistake he made picking me as his target this morning.
“First day of school and we’re already out of dress code, Miss King.” He motions for me to enter the office lobby, and I do just that. Thankfully, there’re plenty of other students he’s pulled aside sitting in the lobby, awaiting their sentence.
Most of my classmates look anxious, but all of them watch me as I stroll across the office, parking my ass on the receptionist’s desk as she stands from her chair and moves to the side as she asks me, “Young lady, what do you think you’re doing?”
Glancing over to her, I give her a smirk as I reply, “Whatever the fuck I want, Glenda.”
Looking back over to Thatcher, I see his nervousness cranking up, and now I’m about to heighten it. “That is what you and my mother discussed yesterday at Crescent Fleur, right? Or was there something else you two were concocting?”
His eyes immediately register with recognition. And fear. Yeah, fucker. I know your dirty little secret. He stammers over a few words, or at least they’re supposed to be words I’m assuming, though it sounds more like pleas of mercy while I metaphorically hold his balls in a vice grip.
Looking over to my peers lined up along the side, I decide for the first time to extend my gracious fortune to them. “I don’t see anyone out of dress code.” Looking back to Thatcher, I ask, “Do you?”
He pauses for a few seconds and looks at the students. Yeah, he’d planned to swing his tiny dick around and bust all these assholes on the first day of school to feel good about himself. Why my mom picked this pitiful chump to fool around with, I’ll never know. But it’s definitely looking like a good benefit on my part, I can absolutely use this affair in my favor. I never had much of a rule book to follow in this dreadful place, but now I truly have nothing to stop me from unleashing whatever I deem necessary. And Thatcher decides to not test me as he glances back to his hostages. “It is the first day of school, so we can overlook some discrepancies.”
“Wise decision.” Hopping off the desk, I glance back at the dumbstruck receptionist. “Any other questions, Glenda?”
I’m sure she has tons, but she only stares at Thatcher in stunned silence as I walk out of the lobby, planning my next move. Whatever it is, I hope it gives me more satisfaction than that. Because while it felt great, it was too easy. Will any of it ever be enough?
9
CADE
She’s fucking everywhere. In the hallway. In my classes. In my goddamn head. And as she walks into yet another of my classes and takes a seat beside me, her sexy grin tells me she knows she’s getting exactly what she wants. A mindfuck that is going in her favor. As usual.
“Welcome to English Literature 101, Wildcats,” Dustin announces as he rises from his desk. I knew I’d eventually have my brother as a teacher, but why do I have to have the added obstacle of Morgan sitting beside me?
Thankfully, Dustin keeps his usual teachery tone and reviews the syllabus he’s just issued to the class, explaining all the stupid papers he’ll have us write over the semester. And just when I think I can get through the class unscathed, Morgan raises her hand. That in itself is a red flag—the queen bitch doesn’taskfor permission to do anything, much less permission to speak.
“Yes, Miss King?”
“I’m just curious how you’re going to be subjective when your little brother is one of your students.” Her eyes meet mine as she says, “I’d hate for anyone to have an unfair advantage.”
“Says the pampered country club princess.” She’s baiting me, and my response only pleases her more. Her smile grows, and I wish for the drunken and less bitchy version of her I witnessed last night.
“The two of you were there.” Her sights switch to my brother, her flirtatious tone in full force. “Another good point. Speaking of level playing fields, since you’ve seen me in a thong, I only think it’s fair that you reciprocate.”
Any student that wasn’t already paying attention to this shit show is now fully focused, several hushed mutters bounce around the room, and curious eyes looking between Morgan and my brother, whose face is currently reddening by the second as he stammers over his words.
How could they assume anything other than the worst, but they should know the princess well enough to recognize everything happens by design. “You were the one walking around with your ass hanging out, princess. And trust me, no one was looking.”
“Cade, that’s enough,” Dustin says to me while Morgan continues to gloat. Of course there won’t be a level playing field in this room. If anything, he’ll give me more shit just to prove a point to all these pansy asses.
“You’re right. That is enough.” I stand, my hand latching onto Morgan’s arm as I haul her out of the classroom. I slam the door behind us to drown out Dustin’s instructions to resume my seat or calm down or some shit. I don’t know, because all I can focus on is the pleased witch in front of me. Her back is against a row of lockers, my frame blocking her from moving. And she’s more than satisfied with herself.
“Stop fucking with the people I care about.” My command goes in one ear and out the other obviously, because her only response is to slide her hands inside my jacket. Her palms clasp my sides as she looks up to me with zero uncertainty or concern for herself. She knows she’ll keep getting her way, freely able to taunt every single person around her.
“Well, you’re not fucking me, so I have to fuck with somebody to occupy my time.”
Instantly shifting forward, I push her harder against the metal lockers, and her breathing increases, her excitement growing as I pin her securely in place. “Is that your problem? You haven’t had a proper fucking to put that mouth in its place?”
“I doubt you could help with that.” It’s a challenge. And I know that’s exactly what she wants. The one who controls everyone and everything around her wants to relinquish power for once.
