Page 460 of Filthy Elites

“I’m not getting in that car again,” I snap, spotting the Mercedes I was herded into last night parked in the space closest to the shutter doors.

Sebastian laughs and after a moment, the others, who I hadn’t noticed were beside the car, join in. The sound of the four cruel boys mocking me is chilling and a slight tremor runs along my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“How are you planning on getting away, little bird?” he taunts. “Are you going to run? Scream? Fight?”

“Which option will get you to leave me alone?” I ask, my voice shaking and betraying the strength I want him to hear.

He laughs again, then moves so fast I don’t have a chance to contemplate running before I’m off the ground and hanging upside down over his shoulder.

“Let me go,” I shriek, pounding my fists against his back.

“Bro, eventually she’s going to have access to your dick, women have long memories, just saying,” Clay chuckles.

“She likes it really. Open the door, asshole,” Sebastian orders.

I’m swung the right way up and placed surprisingly carefully into the back seat, Hunter beside me, Sebastian blocking the other side while Clay drives and Evan takes the passenger seat.

“You’re all assholes,” I hiss, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to find enough space to not be touching either of the guys keeping me prisoner in the back seat.

“We’re actually pretty nice once you get to know us,” Hunter says from beside me, his voice soft and kind.

“I don’t want to know you. You guys have your whole Elite thing going on and I just want to keep my head down and get through this year, then next year I’ll be gone.”

“Gone where?” Sebastian growls.

“Public school.”

“No.”

I laugh. “Okay, oh lord and master, you said no so the whole world must obey. What does it matter anyway? You guys will be at college next year.”

“I’m not having my girl at that hellhole of a school in South Acres. You’ll stay at GAA.” His brows are furrowed and his tone and expression are so serious that I feel myself soften a little toward him. Poor little rich boy, he literally has no idea about how the real world works.

“I’m not your girl, Sebastian, and South Acres High isn’t that bad. I’m a mediocre student at best, I was never headed for an Ivy League, my aspirations are ambitiously aimed at middle-of-the-road party schools.”

The guys seem to have a silent conversation, exchanging glances that make me want to huff in annoyance at not being included. But then I internally roll my eyes at myself. I don’t want to be part of their little gang, and them having private little discussions that don’t involve me is for the best.

The ride to school from Sebastian’s house is much shorter than it is from mine and before long, we’re pulling into the school gates and Clay is parking in The Elite spots right outside the doors. The groups of kids milling around all stop and turn toward the car and I swallow down the lump that’s formed in my throat.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I mumble.

“This is exactly where you should be,” Sebastian smiles, sliding his hand over my thigh and squeezing.

“Everyone is going to see me getting out of this car with you.”

“Good, I want them to.”

“I don’t,” I gasp.

Before I have a chance to formulate a good argument as to why no one should see me with The Elite, Sebastian is opening his door and climbing out. Turning, he reaches a hand out to me, but I keep my arms folded firmly across my chest.

Sebastian scowls, then looks past me. Hunter’s hands circle my waist and he lifts me off the seat and sort of throws me to Sebastian, who plucks me out of the car like I weigh nothing at all.

“Please don’t do this,” I beg, but he ignores me, curling his arm around my shoulders and clamping me to his side.

The other guys surround us, and I swear the noise of kids and cars and life fades away and instead, everyone is silently staring at us.

“Smile, little bird, we’re kings and we just made you a queen.”

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