Page 44 of Ramsay

After pulling me into a corner, he blocks the people around us with his arm against the wall and says, “How the fuck do you know Jagger?”

“It’s none of your business,” I say, rubbing my brow.

While I appreciate the intervention, nothing comes from these jerks without a cost. Case in point the dozens of crude invitations I’ve received assuming I’m a whore who likes threesomes, all this because I saw something they didn’t want me to see.

Apparently, he doesn’t like my answer though because he grabs my chin and says, “Too bad. You’ve made it my business.”

Why? Because of Diem’s affiliation or something more?

Searching his icy eyes, I say, “How so?”

“You brought him to my party,” he says, silkily.

“I didn’t bring Jagger anywhere.”

“Ah yes, you came with Bone. Should you be spending time with Bone, considering your...history?”

“What history would that be?” I snarl.

Ramsay smirks, tapping my forehead. “You want to get a little revenge against the skank, fine, but be careful, love. I’m watching.”

“Fuck off,” I bark, my heart stuttering when his eyes light up.

He’s so beautiful it’s a painful ache I can’t escape, and I simultaneously long for his twisted mouth over mine as I loathe every painful barb he utters.

“Oh love, I don’t need any help in the fuck department, hm?” he purrs, and I feel the pull of his voice all the way to my pulsing clit, to which I wonder not for the first time, what the fuck is wrong with me.

“Now then, I suggest you stay away from Jagger. He’s bad news,” Ramsay says, turning and walking away.

Bewildered, I stare after him with a wretched heart. If Ramsay thinks he can control me, he can’t, but in this, I have no desire to argue. We can agree, Jagger’s bad news.

I mull over Ramsay’s need to seek me out as I head toward my class. How could Jagger possibly be a threat to Ramsay? Not to mention the fact he intervened before Jagger could take it any farther with me last night.

All these questions swirl through my head as I duck into the bathroom for a quick reset after second period but unfortunately, I’m not alone, and I meet Maxie’s stark expression from where she’s standing before the mirror.

Her eyes are watery, the pretty blue irises electric against the red rims and her light brown hair hangs to her shoulders in casual waves, painstakingly curled that way this morning, no doubt.

Maxie isn’t exactly one of the worst of Sabrina’s crew, but she’s a snake in the grass as much as any other. I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her, which isn’t far, because she may be leaner than me, but she’s stronger. She’s also a star player on our soccer team and, of course, part of cheer.

She looks away when I enter, which is just as well since my lip pulls back in a snarl. I have zero desire to deal with a lemming today, my capacity for bullshit is overflowing.

Entering a stall, I do my business and take my time, annoyed to find her still standing where I left her when I exit.

Ignoring her once more, I dip my hands under the water, but I sense her stare, and when I raise my eyes to hers in the mirror, it’s to find her giving me an appraising look.

“What?” I bark.

She looks me over but shrugs. “Sabrina’s got a hard-on for you.”

“Really? I thought her hard-on was for Ramsay?” I say dryly.

A giggle escapes her, and she slaps her hand over her mouth to capture the sound, looking around uneasily.

“Relax, nobody’s here.”

“You know how she is. She knows everything,” Maxie whispers.

“True, but that’s because everyone tells her.”

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