Page 610 of Filthy Elites

When he called me out of concern, I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, but that would have made me teen bitch, snapping back at a man who was just checking on me.

Luckily, he’s sending someone to pick me up after school, and my car should be ready for use tomorrow morning.

His call means I’ll probably have my mom on my back when I get home. I’m not looking forward to that.

The door opens at the other end of the room, and a leggy redhead walks in with three of her friends—one for each guy.

I don’t know the names of the girls, but I’ve seen them around. They’re as popular as the guys, and the most Isabelle said to me was to stay away from them and off their radar.

Like other schools who have a group of girls like that, I expect the same vindictive attitude and bitchy problems. Neither of which I have time for.

The dark-haired girl goes over to Ilya and Maksim, who both start undoing their belt buckles.

My eyes nearly pop out when they take out their cocks, and the girl drops to her knees to give them both blow jobs.

Jesus, what the hell am I looking at?

And at school?

Then again, what did I expect from these guys?

The redhead goes over to Chad, who’s sitting on the biggest chair—as if he’s the king. I wonder what he’s going to do to her or what she’ll do to him.

Something knots in my stomach when she jumps on his lap with a big, seductive smile on her porcelain face.

She tries to kiss him, and he backs away, seeming to grunt.

The girl doesn’t look happy with his reaction and tries again. This time he stands, and she slides off his lap.

The other girls are giving the guys blow jobs, and I’m momentarily distracted when Maksim takes the blonde over to the sofa and sits her on his lap so she can straddle him. Moments later, he’s fucking her.

Feeling my skin heat, I look away. At the right time, too, because Chad has just walked over to a cupboard and is taking out a bag of powder—white powderthat looks like drugs.

I get a good look inside the cupboard and see several packs. That has to be cocaine or something like it. And fuck, all those bags in there must amount to at least a hundred grand.

Not that I know. I’ve gathered my knowledge from watching C.S.I and N.C.I.S—my Saturday night shows.

Whether I’m off my mark or not, that’s a fuck ton of drugs, and I think I just found my fight fire with fire thing.

On that thought, I grab my phone and manage to take a picture of the drugs in the cupboard before Chad closes the door.

Isabelle’s advice made sense but look at today. Am I supposed to just do nothing?

Chad slashed the tires on my car. That’s a huge deal. If he’s capable of that, what will he do next?

If I at least do this one thing—which is to alert Principal Kolyav, it might help my situation with my monster.

When Chad goes to the table in the center of the room, pours some of the powder on a little silver paper, and starts snorting it, I decide I’ve seen enough.

I don’t want to wait until he joins in the fuck session like the others now have.

What a group of entitled assholes.

Well, I’m sure they won’t be happy when they discover what I’m about to do.

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“Are you okay?”Mom asks the moment I walk into the house.

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