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“This is your last warning, Duchess. Get out while you still can. If we see you on campus tomorrow, all bets are off.”
My bag gets tossed at my feet as my arms are released. Not prepared for the sudden release, my body crumbles to the ground in a heap.
The guys disappear, leaving me there. Collecting my thoughts, the interaction plays on repeat. There is no way I can leave campus. Not knowing what any of them look like leaves off the option of simply avoiding them.
Finally getting to my feet and brushing the dirt and grass off my clothes, I start to head back to Hearst Hall. My backpack hangs off one shoulder and feels like a ton of bricks, with my head pounding.
Resigning myself to take whatever punishment they plan to dish out, I steel my spine, refusing to let them chase me off campus.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
We step around the corner, staying hidden as we watch Kennedy weep, slumped on the ground.
Realistically, I understand that she is as much a victim in this situation as we are. The need to punish her is overwhelming, and I want to take my anger toward her father out on her.
After several long moments, Kennedy rises to her feet, picking up her backpack. Despite what was said to her, we follow her back to the dorm, ensuring her safety. Kennedy is ours to torment.
Despite the tears, defiance shined in her eyes that made my dick hard. Callum’s father was right; she would be a great match for any of us.
“Damn, anyone else have a chubby?” Ashton chuckles softly, trying not to alert Kennedy to our presence.
Ashton often plays the jokester, and most of the time, he is successful. Right now, I am not in the mood for it. Instead, my thoughts are aimed at Gareth, wondering how he intends to handle this.
“What do you want to do, Gar?” My words are sharp, and my tone is clipped.
Gareth is always one step ahead of everyone else. We come to a stop, putting more distance between Kennedy and us, allowing us to speak but also ensuring her safety.
“Several ideas are playing in my mind. I expect Kennedy to put up a fuss, remaining on campus. She has fire in her. It was too dark for her to figure out what we looked like, giving us the advantage. Right now, all she has are names.”
He takes a breath before continuing.
“Rodney, since you have the most classes with her, see who she gets friendly with. By the time we finish with her, she will either run home screaming or give us the perfect plaything. Either way, we get payback against Hastings Ainsworth by taking it out on his daughter.”
Kennedy waits for the elevator as we enter the dorm. We take the stairs, not wanting to alert her that we are in the same building. Most students are in their rooms already, and four guys stepping in the elevator with her would be too coincidental.
Gareth was spot on about Kennedy having a fire inside her. Ashton was also right about her spirit making my dick hard, which could cause a problem.
I don’t want to like her or want her.
Although getting the opportunity to turn her ass red does have appeal to it.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Again, sleep evades me. Tossing and turning all night, replaying the scene outside the library. The little sleep I got was plagued with nightmares. At one point, I was in that fateful car accident. The car kept turning end over end, free-falling off the side of a hill. A sharp slap to the face woke me up. Seeing a disheveled Calista standing over me, a nasty look on her face. Drenched in sweat, I muttered an apology, then rolled over, crying into my pillow.
Forcing myself out of bed as my alarm goes off, the shower calls to me. Calista is nowhere to be found. When I get out of the shower, my bed calls to me, my eyes heavy from sleep. Unable to afford to miss one class, I go in search of coffee. Exiting the building, the feeling of being watched sends a chill up my spine. Trying to use only my eyes, finding the source is futile. There are just too many people around.
They might be staring at me just because of my appearance. My eyes are puffy and red. Not being bothered with my makeup, my face is paler than usual. My hair is in a messy bun on top of my head. The oversized T-shirt and yoga pants round out my look. Despite my exhaustion, a smile spreads across my face. If my father could see me now, he would have had a heart attack.
The coffee line backs to the door, bleary-eyed students everywhere. Deciding on two cups; the first gets gulped down quickly, the hot liquid scalding my tongue and throat. Making my way to class, I savor the second cup despite having burned off my tastebuds.
After taking a seat near the front, hoping no one else was attached to it, a sickening sweet perfume causes me to sneeze repeatedly. In the middle of unpacking my books and laptop, three pairs of shoes step into view. The intensity of the fragrance gets stronger, letting me know one of these girls is the source. Straightening up, I meet the gaze of three overly made-up faces. Each of these girls looks as if they sucked on a lemon, their faces pinched. Ignoring their sneering looks, I address the one in the middle.
“Can I help you?”
Cocking her hip as she looks down her nose at me, her attitude catches me off guard.
“What is your problem?”
