Page 256 of Vile Boys

She wraps her arms around his giant body and laughs.

Caleb rolls his eyes and jumps between us, separating me from my girl.

“Scoot over,” he says, squeezing in, rubbing his butt against me.

“Caleb.” I sigh. “Fine, come here.” And I wrap my arm around both of them, then close my eyes. “Good night.”

“If this is going to be our new normal now,” Crystal mutters. “Then I’m not a prisoner anymore, and I will be going to school tomorrow.”

My whole body jolts up. “What?”

Is she insane?

She just got home after being taken by a bunch of traffickers, and she wants to go to school?

She doesn’t even look at me, but that mischievous grin makes me want to stab her with my dick for being such a bad fucking girl. “Good night.”

CRYSTAL

“Everyone’s staring at us,” Caleb says as we walk through the university’s hallways.

“I’m enjoying the spotlight,” Blaine says, throwing his hair over his shoulder.

“This is such a bad idea,” Caleb says, pulling up his hoodie.

“Yes, go and hide your face, then,” Blaine jests.

“Shut up,” Caleb growls at him.

I snigger.

This day is already going so well. Everyone in the school hallways is staring at us when we walk past, probably wondering why three of the most toxic guys on campus are walking along with me like they’re some kind of lap dogs. And the fact that Ares actually snarls at anyone who dares to look too long doesn’t help either.

Blaine taps Ares on the shoulder, who grips his finger and squeezes so tightly Blaine whimpers.

“Ow.”

“Don’t touch me,” Ares grits.

“I just wanted to ask if you could please pretend you don’t want to kill everyone staring at us.”

Ares releases him. “Fine.”

Blaine retracts his finger and pouts. “That was my good finger.”

“The one you stick up your own ass?” Caleb snorts.

Blaine throws him a glare. “The one I use to unlock my katana from my umbrella, the kind of tech you wouldn’t know a thing about, you brute.”

Caleb grunts at him, but I stop in the middle of the hallway and they all nearly bump into me.

I spin on my heels and point at them. “Stop.”

They all look like they got caught in the act, and Caleb’s even blushing underneath that hoodie of his.

“If you want this to work, you guys gotta stop fighting like that.”

“He started it,” Caleb snarls.

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