Page 32 of Ramsay

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I need a drink. After the horrors Penny told me about Sabrina, I’m convinced she might have dead bodies buried in her basement. This bitch is more hardcore than I gave her credit for. Now armed with tons of stupid shit and some really good stories, I just have to plan how I want this all to go down.

One sad little lie at a time? Or with a barrage?

Interestingly, much of the dirt was directly related to Ramsay. I thought I had a small obsession, but this chick’s got me beat by a mile.

Because of my new reputation, I’m able to convince a few freshmen to do my dirty work, and to my amusement, in exchange, they want the opportunity to eat lunch with me for a week. I guess this gives them street cred.

Who knows? But if the little geeks want to eat with me, why do I care?

So, the following day amidst a gross amount of scorn from dicks who’ve never so much as looked at me before, I enter the cafeteria with a spring in my step.

My new friends have been feeding the gossip since last night and one of the enterprising little fuckers has an older sister who used to be best friends with Maxie Rhodes before she dropped everyone to be at the top. He’s arranged it, so his sister texts Maxie while we’re at lunch.

After I sit down with the five of them, I smile when they all look at me with shining eyes.

“Ready?” The shorter one, Keith asks, pushing his glasses up his nose. Keith is a slim little dude with wide blue eyes and a perpetual deep look of concentration.

“Yep,” I say.

Keith nods and grabs his phone, sending a text as we all wait with ridiculous anticipation. I purposefully sat so I could see the lemmings, and I watch with glee as Maxie reaches for her phone and opens the message.

Her head shoots up, down, and then back up again before she covers the smile hovering on her lips. This is in perfect synchrony with the others who start receiving texts and one after the other, they look at Sabrina with wide eyes and shark-like smiles.

Not surprising, as I said, they’re all one rumor away from toppling the queen—Sabrina’s not wrong in her paranoia.

Jensen is the only one not worried about her abuse and glares at her after reading his phone.

It’s too far to hear, but I’m pretty sure based on reading his lips, that he says, “What the fuck is this?”

Sabrina gives him a nasty look and starts bitching until he shoves the phone in her face. She grabs it out of his hand, staring before comprehension dawns, and with a horrified expression, she stands and stares, her gaze shooting around the room.

Nearly everyone is looking at her, but her wide eyes stop on mine and narrow before she shakes herself out of it and laughs, as though it’s a joke. The others except for Jensen laugh too, although it’s strained at best.

Glancing down with a warm glow in my gut, I glory in the knowledge that nearly the entire school knows her room is plastered wall to wall with photos of Ramsay. Most she took with her phone, amateur shots that are distorted and blown up, but a few feature the articles I found on the internet.

If it hasn’t already, the news will soon reach the object of her lust, and I wish I could be a fly on the wall the next time she sees him face to face. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get to be there.

Surprisingly, Keith and his friends are fun to be around, and we laugh and chat through lunch. I couldn’t be more pleased by today’s revelations, but there’s so much more to do.

Chapter Eight

Willow

For the remainder of the week, I dodge randy teenagers, bitchy lemmings, and Sabrina herself because I know she’s eager to get back at me.

Keith and crew provide the afternoon entertainment, and I’ve been cultivating a relationship with Bone. It’s slow going, but if I ease my way in, they’ll eventually get used to me. Or so I hope.

I haven’t seen the Sinners, which is just as well. I knew it was stupid to assume they wouldn’t pull an asshat stunt, but I let my raging hormones lead me astray. Lesson learned, if you’re not a Sinner, you’re a liability.

I admire their loyalty to each other, but it doesn’t lessen my own annoyance because they could have found different ways to keep me quiet.

The irony is I had no plans to say anything anyway. I suspect their presence kept me from a darker fate that night with my unknown assailant. It’s possible Sabrina and her lemmings planned a lot more pain and I was spared only because there were witnesses nearby.

My hope to make it through the week unscathed dies a painful death on Friday when I’m caught out openly staring at the Sinners. I skipped out on the last class of the day, pleading period pain, which my teacher didn’t want to hear, and gave me a pass before the words left my mouth.

Since it’s a beautiful fall day, I slip out the doors and walk along the path bordering the fields, soaking in the rays as they warm my head. Absently, I glance over the students and land on the object of many a lust-filled night, not to mention an angry curse.

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