Page 147 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“I don’t care if he is, but all of L.R.U. doesn’t need to see that shit on display on the first day after break. We’re trying to get our heads in the game for football and hockey season.”

“Bet you did it on purpose to try to get attention because I heard Coach Hennessy was going to kick him off the team,” a guy with blond hair reveals. “He’s not even the main goalie. Backup and did a shitty job at it. Plus, his grades tanked at mid-season. Coach didn’t like that shit at all.”

“Coach ain’t going to like seeing Flex’s mouth around some douche’s cock, either!”

Multiple people laugh at that one.

“Who’s he sucking?”

“Fuck, we don’t know. The video trending is like a gif. It’s nice and close, so you only see Flex’s face.”

“Damn. He had to have leaked that shit himself then ‘cause why wouldn’t it show the whole footage?”

“The surroundings are dark, but the place looked rich. Saw a vintage dining table in the background, but it was too dark tosee if it was familiar. Chances are, it’s at someone’s rich house or manor.”

“Yo, someone needs to find this shit out! The best steaming hot tea we’ve had in eons. The other hockey teams are going to hear about this far too quickly.”

“We’re going to be laughingstocks promoting this gay shit.”

“Nothing wrong with it in my books, but own up to that shit. Not whatever this publicity stunt is all about.”

“Bro’s right. We have a few gays on our football team, but they’re far from douches or forcing their pronouns on us. This poster shit is bad sports etiquette.”

“Well, seeing as he’s rushing to tear down those posters, he realized how quickly this stunt backfired!”

The outburst of laughter is joined by others who are overhearing the “tea.”

I’m confused because I’m certain we’ve all been too busy to have that done.

“Zander,” I begin as he tugs me forward, igniting our movement to the front of the crowd. Getting a glimpse of Zander’s profile, matched with his silence, proves something is off.

They didn’t plan this?

When we reach the front, we see the mayhem happening, with Mallon ripping down poster after poster. His hand is still bandaged, but with all the grabbing and punching the cement walls, it’s bleeding again.

Compared to the cocky guy who was ready to throw me under the bus this morning, Flex looks like he’s in the midst of a mental breakdown. Watching him fighting with every breath to tear those posters down, only for them to flutter through the air and further distribute in the sky from the passing wind, makes all of his efforts feel like a losing game. The panic and desperation areso obvious on his face, but the sad thing is how we all just stand there.

Watching his demise as the reputation I’m sure he worked hard to maintain at Leighton Royals University is burning in real time.

Sensing someone to my right, I notice how Zander pulls me into his side and secures an arm around me.

“From the look on your face, you have no clue,” Marcus begins, keeping his voice extremely low. From all the wild screaming and grunts of frustration from Flex, matched with the gossip, bickering, and mocking laughter from the crowd, I doubt anyone cares about our conversation.

That doesn’t mean we won’t be careful.

“Haven’t had the time,” Zander looks concerned.If he’s worried, this is a big deal.“Where’s your fearsome leader?”

“Trying to get his Daddy Dearest to open the front gate of the estate,” Marcus reveals.

“Trying?” I question. “What do you mean?”

“He has no access,” Marcus reveals. “Looks like Domino getting disowned by his own father.”

“Good riddance.” The female voice immediately reminds me of a certain redhead. Sure enough, one glance past Marcus and there’s Scarlett with her group of male followers. “If ‘Play Stupid Games Win Stupid Prizes’ was a person, they would be called Domino Leighton,” she mocks. “Really impressed he hasn’t tried begging his father to save him from the falling grace he’s about to experience.”

“You speak as if there’s more about to happen to him and whoever associated themselves with him,” Marcus tosses.

“Of course, they’ll be more. You think people forgive and forget at this school?” Scarlett can only giggle. “Everyone who dared entertain Domino’s bullshit was all because of Leighton’s protection. The moment that goes out the door, all hell willbreak loose, which clearly is happening as we speak!” She gestures to Fallon as two administrators are trying to calm him down from his “episode.”

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