Page 15 of Deceit

“I’ve heard she’s a nice girl,” Ronan says, assumingly talking about the Princess again.

“I’m sure she is. Gonna suck for her when she figures out I’m not a nice guy.”

“You sure she doesn’t already know that?” Ronan asks with a dubious look.

I grin at him. “If she doesn’t now, she will soon.”

It’s Saturday morning and I’m sitting on the cement steps of the courtyard with Liam and some especially clingy women when a fuming blonde tornado comes tearing up to me.

“What the hell is this!” she seethes as she throws a crumpled up piece of paper at my head.

I don’t flinch, allowing it to hit me and roll to the floor. I don’t need to look to know what it is.

“Looks like a note,” I draw out casually.

Smoke practically billows out of her ears, as her fists clench at her sides and her arms shake. I’ve got to say, I’m a little surprised. Maybe she isn’t as subservient as I assumed she was. I have to admit, this makes things a lot more fun.

Margret Bartlett comes up beside her, pulling her arm slightly like she’s trying to get her to back down. Margret may be a rebel by her mother’s standards for preferring the company of women, but she knows better than to cross me. Looks like she’s trying to convince her new bestie of the same ideals. Myfiancédoesn’t appear to be in a wavering mood, though.

Liam reaches down, the little shit unable to help himself from stirring the pot, as he un-wrinkles it and begins reading it out loud.

“To my dearest fiancée, I hope your dreams are as wet as your pillow.”

He grins before looking at me, his eyes searching mine as he shakes his head.

“You didn’t.”

I shrug casually, doing my best to bite back a smile.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A cackle erupts from him as he jumps to his feet, his laughter escalating until he’s practically in tears. The princess sends him a fierce look that only quiets him down some, before one of the girls besides me asks, “What did he do?”

I turn to look at Skyla, curious if she has the guts to admit what she woke up to this morning. Of course she doesn’t though. Too proud with that iron clenched jaw, not allowing a single weakness to show.

Alright, I’ll do the honors for her.

“I left her a little….morning delight on her pillow this morning.”

It takes the slow women around me several seconds before realization hits them. They all begin hysterically laughing andLiam starts up once again. Swear to god, the guy is like a goddamn hyena.

My eyes don’t leave the princess as the laughter grows, her hardened exterior softening with each passing second. A tear even slips out of the corner of her eye, before she discreetly banishes it away. Damn, she’s not nearly as tough as I was anticipating. That’s a shame for her. She won’t last two months at Gallows Hill. Then again, maybe that could work in my favor.

With a withering glance– that I’ll be honest, would shrivel most men’s balls right up– her and Margret turn on their heels as they head back to the dorms. No doubt, they are hell bent on getting out of here before too many people join in. Guess she’ll probably be upset when she finds out that the picture of the note, the cum soaked pillow and her drooling face was mass sent to every student enrolled.

Oops.

Chapter Six

Skyla

“Do you want to go somewhere? We can go anywhere you want,” Maggie offers, as we make it away from the pack of assholes and closer to the dorms.

I shake my head as I continue walking past my dorm, heading for the end of campus.

“I just want to be alone. Thanks, Mags,” I say with a miserable smile.

She frowns at me, but nods as she stops walking with me. I can feel her eyes watching as I walk through the large black gates and past the parking lot. Honestly though, I don’t know where I’m going.

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