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"Yeah, Brett," Law jumps in, "what you meant to say was, 'Western Mazzuchelli, womanizer and man wh-motherfucker!"

I punch him in the face.

Chapter Ten

Roe

Trent gives me a ride to school again the next day. I eagerly display my freshly waxed legs, encouraging him to feel how soft and smooth they feel. He coughs uncomfortably and agrees before lighting up a joint to share.

"You up for a study session this afternoon?" he asks, smoke leaking out between his lips.

I take a hit. "Fuck, I guess so." If yesterday had taught me anything, well, besides the disgusting hierarchy and social ladder, it was that I was embarrassingly far behind everyone else. If I didn't put my head down and try, I would surely be kicked out just for being dumb.

"What classes have you got today?"

I pull out my timetable. "Let'ssee… double woodwork, double mathematics- ugh, kill me now- and double sports. At least I can end it on a high note. Get my blood pumping."

Trent scoffs. "I get the feeling your idea of sports is different to that of the hundreds of other girls attending Double Bay.”

I smile smugly, "I had that thought too, which is why I signed up for sports A."

Trent chokes. "You didwhat?"

I show some teeth, enjoying Trent's disbelief. "Yep," I pop the P.

"You do realize A is for the footy team, right?"

"Mhmm."

"You'll be training with the Dukes."

I suck in some marijuana goodness before responding. "I can't wait to show this school some normalcy. The sexism isgrating."

Trent mutters something along the lines of 'she's going to get slaughtered' under his breath, but I choose to ignore it, basking in the blissful haze of a marijuana high.

The Dukes are standing by their fancy cars as we pull up, Trent taking the spot next to West's fancy 'Stang. The Duke in question is leaning against his driver's side door and refuses to budge as I squeeze out of Trent's car. Ok then, if that is how it is going to be…

I take a large pull from the last of my joint and hold it as I reach for my bag in the back, feeling West's eyes on my ass as the stupid skirt rises.

I swing it over my shoulders, whacking him in the chest with it in the process. I turn at his grunt and slowly blow the smoke from my lungs into his face. I love how his muscles tense and his face twists in disgust.

"Sorry, Baby Duke," I say sweetly, knowing full well he doesn't believe a single word coming out of my mouth. "Didn't see you there."

He ignores my half-assed apology. "The fuck were you doing with my sister last night?"

Law and Brett sidle closer, standing at the bonnet of the Mustang, while Trent hovers behind them, looking unsure of himself. I wave to him, and he gratefully takes the escape I am offering.

"Oh, we had a fantastic afternoon," I drawl, leaning back onto the car. "We went to this gorgeous beauty salon, and they worked all kinds of magic on our bodies. Don't worry, Baby Duke, I held East's hand as they waxed her pussy to perfection."

West chokes on his reply as both Brett and Law gape like fish out of water. Though, whereas Brett seems morescandalized, Law looks as if he's struggling not to cum in his pants.

"Please tell me you didnotjust say that to mybrotherof all people?"

I squeak as East pops up out of nowhere, cheeks pretty and pink.

West, seemingly snapped out of horror, is suddenly caging me in, fists slammed either side of my head.Damn, I could really use another hit right now.

"You are a bad influence on my sister," he hisses. "And I will not tolerate the way you just spoke about her."

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