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God, I’m sick.

Then again, so is she.

I consider following her out, but I decide against it. Of all the things I’ve done so far, up to and including making her swallow my cock, the only thing that seemed to bother her was when she saw me ignore her. Ignore her and spend time with Jade. FreakingJade, of all people.

I know Jade would drop her panties and spread her legs if I asked; she’s made her interest clear since eighth grade. I admit I was tempted a time or two, especially after a few shots. I’m a guy, and she has tits. Erica hadn’t started messing with my dick back then. I’ve fucked half the girls on the cheer team at one point or another. Jade, though? Pass. First of all, she’s a friend. I spent countless nights playing Xbox with her and the guys until dawn. Secondly, she has a habit of hitting on all of us. I think Rhys came first, but it could have been Roman or Camden. Or me.

She wants to keep us on her leash, her pretty little fingers wrapped around our dicks. It worked on the others. It might have worked on me if I hadn’t seen her fuck Rhys and Roman at the same bonfire party. I get that the cheer team tends to screw most of the footballers at one point or another, but the other girls just want to ride a ripped, popular guy every now and then. Jade? She wants power over us. I don’t like the thought of sex being used as a weapon against me. At least, not by Jade. Erica can use her pretty mouth any time she’d like.

Fuck.I’m hard again.

“I’ll head out first,” I tell Rhys.

“Surprised it took you that long.” His voice is a low rumble. “She left, what, three minutes ago?”

I despise how perceptive he is. Out of all my friends, Rhys is the worst. Mostly silent, only speaking when his words can deliver a sharp sting, he’s a snake in the grass, observant and ready to strike. I’m fairly certain he won’t turn his venom on me, though. I have pictures of him shitting in a wading pool, and he knows I’ll use them if he fucks with me. “Have you ever considered minding your own fucking business, Rhys?”

“Yours is so much more fun right now, though. The rich boy from a founding family, obsessed with a newcomer from the wrong side of the tracks? There’s a billion-dollar industry relying on that theme alone for a reason.”

“I’m not obsessed.” Not much.

He snorts. “Amazing, that you can say it with a straight face. Let me know when you need her background check, by the way.”

My jaw falls. “You had a background check done on her?”

“You’ll ask for it soon enough. I figured I could save everyone time.”

I shake my head as I get to my feet. “Burn it. Use it as toilet paper. I don’t care.”

If I wanted to know anything more than I do about Erica, I’d ask her.

I honestly don’t care to look further than the surface. What else could there be? She’s the daughter of a shameless homewrecker, and she uses her body like a weapon, just like her mother. I shouldn’t get any more involved than I already am.

And yet I make my way to the nerd’s table, and sit in the chair Erica vacated minutes ago, staring at the boy who upset her.

“Whatever Simons threatened you with? Know that I will do a lot worse.”

“I, I—" he stammers, “I just made a joke.” He’s practically pissing his pants. “That’s all it was supposed to be, a joke. I think I upset her. I didn’t want to, I promise. I just wanted her to feel included.”

I grimace. Jesus, the boy might end up crying.

“I don’t think Oscar was the problem,” the brunette seated next to him says. “I think our biology teacher said something. She was down already when she came to sit with us.”

The curly-haired blonde next to me nods. “Yeah, we messed up somehow. I don’t know what happened, exactly…but we don’t want to hurt Erica. She seems nice, you know. Smart, too. And she doesn’t have many friends here. I relate.”

“I enrolled before the science club was funded. I didn’t have anyone my first year,” the brunette adds.

I look at the three geeks who seem miserable they’ve upset Erica, and I nod tightly, once. “All right. Just don’t mess with her.”

Otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me.

ChapterFourteen

The problemwith Chase is that he’s convinced he has all the power. He sees me as a lowly nobody, a toy he can break with impunity. He's right, of course, but I need to convince him otherwise.

I ignore him for the rest of the school week. I set three alarms to make sure I wake up early every morning, and between work and the ice rink, I return home late every night. I practically run between the gates and the brownstone.

My plan is simple, and I put it into place bright and early on Saturday morning. I choose my clothes carefully that day and forgo lipstick, opting for a sheer lip balm instead. I don't look anything like myself, but that's the point.

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