Page 40 of Greased

Rhodes groans as he releases me. “Not around the guys, big sister,” Rhodes jokes, making the guys around us chuckle.

“Morning Scarlett. Looking forward to your first day?” The blonde one, Wyatt says as he steps closer. I catch the small flirty smile straight away. While it doesn’t give me butterflies like the men behind me do, I see it as an opportunity. The perfect one to get some of my own back. Remind certain individuals of who I am. Who I belong to.

I take a step closer and place my hand on his forearm. Wyatt’s smile broadens at the touch and I feel his eyes heat where they are locked on me.

I feel the guys all stiffen the moment I touch him.

Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you right back boys.

“I’m a little nervous but more so worried about the workload.” Lowering my eyes slightly and returning the flirty little smile.

Wyatt looks shell shocked for a moment that I actually flirted with him back but sobers quickly, that cocky bravado back firmly in place. His body relaxes into my touch.

“Don’t worry baby. If you ever need a tutor, I don’t mind helping out. I’m sure there’s a lot I can teach you.” He winks as his eyes roam my body, completely unfazed by the fact that my brother and the guys are watching us.

“I’m sure you can, big boy.”

His eyes heat as he takes a step closer.

“Come on Scar, we are going to be late,” Nicky grunts, taking my hand and dragging me into the classroom.

Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro all chuckle. I have to do my best to hold mine in too.

Hook, line and fucking sinker.

My eyes scan the classroom.

The blood drains from my face and I freeze where I am.

Dawson and some bimbo give everyone a show in the middle of the walkway.

Motherfucker.

What is his problem?

He actually had some bitch and doesn’t want me to get in the way? Thinking he can have a girl at home while he goes around fucking around with bitches in different countries?

Game on motherfucker.

I reach back and grab Wyatt’s hand and drag him along with me. He doesn’t hesitate to follow me.

I slam my shoulder into the whore’s back as we walk through the desks. She stumbles and instantly turns around with fire in her eyes.

“Do you mind you fucking bitch?” Her cheap red lipstick is smeared across her face. Her pash rash making her look like a cheap hooker.

“I do actually. Get a fucking room.”

“You better watch yourself,” she snarls but instead of it being threatening, she looks more like an aggressive little puppy.

“Aww that’s cute. Are you threatening me?” I plaster a smile on my face. I’m not to sure where this cocky confidence is coming from but, fuck me, do I embrace it. I have never been a fighter. It's almost like a part of my brain recognizes this place and is filtering in what I need to step up into my role. I take every little bit of it that I can right now.

This new Scarlett is fucking bad ass.

She steps up closer to me, getting right in my face. I can see Dawson out of the corner of my eye. His arms are crossed over his chest. The same lipstick smeared across his face. His eyes are drawn tight. I can’t hide a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” The bitch sneers at me.

“The circus called. They want their star clowns back,” I snigger, gesturing at my mouth sending the entire room into howls of laughter.

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