Page 614 of Filthy Elites

Someone.I have a pretty good idea who thatsomeoneis.

I just didn’t know she had that much balls.

Like me, when I slashed her tires , she was discreet, but she did something I never expected.

Part of me feels I should have preempted some retaliation because Billie Fairchild is anything other than the weak girly girls I’m used to. The ones who scramble to please me and mine, and bow down to suck my dick whenever I order it.

Principal Kolyav starts rattling on about shit I don’t care about, and I zone out thinking about her.

I don’t know when she did this, but it would have been some point yesterday in the afternoon. We went to the breakroom twice after my encounter with her.

She must have followed me one of those times, and I never suspected it. I should have known something like that was happening, but I must have been lost in my thoughts.

Yesterday morning before I left for school, I found Selena in my mother’s office at home, throwing out her things.

It was the last place that hadn’t been sorted out and where everything had been moved to.

I saw her and noticed the garbage bags with things that should never be thrown away. Things like pictures of my mother. Of course, I lost my shit.

Dad came to the rescue like the fucking calvary, and I don’t know how I didn’t beat the shit out of him.

Yeah, I might have had my ass handed to me, but it would have been worth it.

The argument ended when I gathered up the bags and took them to my room.

While Selena and Dad left for their vacation, I was late to school because I spent the morning moving my mother’s things.

When I slashed Billie’s tires on her brand new Porsche, I had the fire of hell in my soul fanning the flames of my fury.

I had no off switch, and I was ready for her.

I’m ready for her again now, but instead of wanting to get back at her with something just as juvenile as what either of us did, I’m having that disjointed incongruent feeling again of wanting to punish her with a hard fuck.

I want to bend her over my knee and spank her ass, then her pussy, and fuck her brains out until she submits to me.

She did this and must have known I’d know it was her, yet she didn’t care.

My dick twitches at the defiance and the image of how red her ass cheeks would be if I spanked her.

I’d make the flesh raw, then lick it better.

“Chad,” Principal Kolyav says my name with annoyance, sounding like he asked me something previously, and is furious I didn’t answer.

“What?”

“Since none of your friends will answer, I asked you where you got the drugs.”

“As if I’m gonna tell you. I already said none of us are speaking without a lawyer.” I smile, and he seethes.

“You little fucker.” He leans forward. “You think you can come in here and talk shit to me. There was half a million dollars worth of cocaine and other drugs in that cupboard.”

“And, so what?”

He sighs with frustration and shakes his head. “You know what, let’s just cut to business. Given who your fathers are, the most I can do is hand you three months detention. Rest assured, however, I’ll be speaking to your parents.”

Shit, fucking shit. I knew this was coming, though. It was logical he’d do that.

Of all the things I’ve done here, this is the only thing that could get me expelled, which means it’s next-level bad when it comes to my father.

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