Page 440 of Filthy Elites

She slaps her lips against mine in a quick, over-the-top smoochy kiss, then drops her hand and ushers me toward the door. “Go, or Courtney is going to start honking, I can’t deal with Mr. Longstein coming over here to complain about the pitch of her horn again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Grabbing the door handle, I open it and wave absently behind me as I rush down the steps.

“Morning,” Court sings, rolling down her window and almost falling out of the car as she enthusiastically dances in her seat to the terrible bouncy pop music she loves that’s blaring from the stereo.

“Wow, how many cups of coffee have you had this morning?” I ask, sliding into the passenger seat and closing the door, shoving my backpack down between my feet.

“Only two and a couple of energy drinks.”

“Jesus, Court, that’s far too much caffeine before eight a.m.”

“It’s not even my record, the other week when you were sick I had three coffees and three Red Bulls before lunch. I swear I did all of my summer homework in less than an hour.”

“You’re going to give yourself a heart attack at sixteen, I’m cutting you off. I’m serious, one coffee before breakfast and no energy drinks until school finishes from now on.”

Courtney giggles, settling back into her seat and pulling away from the curb. “So, you’ll never guess who was at the party on Saturday night.”

“What party?”

“Jennifer Houston’s party, I told you about it.”

“Oh yeah. I think I remember you mentioning it,” I say, absentmindedly rooting through my backpack, trying to find my cell that I shoved in there before I started braiding my hair.

“So…” Court prompts.

“So what?” I ask, finally locating it at the bottom beneath a candy wrapper.

“So, guess who was there?”

“Where?”

“At the party.”

“Oh, who?” I ask, not really caring, but trying to sound like I do. Court has never understood why I’m not more interested in the kids we go to school with, and it’s too early to deal with her being pissy with me.

“Evan, Hunter, Clay and Sebastian.”

“Oh, cool,” I say, typing out a message to my boss to ask if there are any more shifts I can pick up this week.

“Are you even listening to me? The Acres Elite were all at Jennifer’s party and they stayed for almost an hour.”

“They only stayed for an hour? That seems kind of rude.”

“Jennifer’s only a sophomore like us, it’s amazing that they showed up at all,” Court gushes, animatedly talking with her hands until she has to grab the wheel as her car starts to drift across the road.

“Isn’t it a bit sleazy for a group of seniors to go to a sophomore party?”

“Well, it was Jennifer’s brother Justin’s party really, he just let Jennifer invite some friends. Justin’s a senior, but even he seemed shocked they turned up. He was trying to act all cool, getting them beers and chatting like they were besties or whatever, but everyone could see how excited he was that The Elite came to his party. Clay is gorgeous, so is Hunter, well they all are, but Evan is kind of a dick and Sebastian, well he’s just scary. Scary hot, but still… scary.”

“Having an attractive face doesn’t make you less of a douche, and all four of them are douches. They’re bullies and everyone knows bullies have small dicks. Their asshole behavior is just them trying to overcompensate for lacking in the trouser department. I bet all four of them have the worst case of little dick syndrome.”

“Muffy Hamilton said she saw Evan screwing Amanda Collins in the science lab and that his dick was huge.”

Cringing, I turn and look at Courtney. “Eww, he was having sex in the science lab? We have to sit at those tables, that’s disgusting.”

Courtney giggles. “God, Starling, you’re such a prude. Muffy said Evan had his hand over Amanda’s mouth because she was being so loud.”

“She was probably just asking if he’d even got his microdick inside her yet.” I laugh.

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