Page 639 of Filthy Elites

I can’t really hear anything when someone is talking to me and when I look at something, anything at all, I keep seeing his words floating before me as if someone picked them from my mind and gave them form.

I got the message before I went to sleep and the first thing to piss me off was that he knew I was on the pill.

Sure, people can make assumptions, but he didn’t. Heknew.

Which means he’s looking at things he shouldn’t be looking at again. My doctor emails me a prescription that I can take straight to the drug store and top up my pills. My guess is Chad saw that.

Bastard.

Biology class is about to start, and it will be the first I’m seeing him today. We have lunch after, and I want to get off the school grounds for a break.

I hate this stress and the anxiety it’s causing. Neither can be healthy for me.

This is the only class I don’t have with Isabelle, and I’m not liking that already.

I shuffle in my chair and gaze out the window at the lush scenery of the quad and the gothic-style buildings ahead that are part of the school. When I turn back to look ahead at the board, the Titans walk in, laughing.

Chad is the last to enter the room and his gaze goes right to me.

He follows his friends, but his eyes never leave my body. My skin heats when I recall his massive cock assaulting my mouth and the way he ate me out.

He looks at me with a wild sexual hunger ready to unleash, and it makes my pussy clench with desperation.

Within two seconds, it becomes very noticeable that he’s looking at me. The students who see stare at me in disbelief, and I look away.

I take out my history book, so I’m ready to dive in when the class starts, but just as I open it to start reading thick fingers flutter over the page, closing the book.

Looking up, I see him, and as he lowers to my ear, the sun picks up the lighter parts of his eyes the same way the moon did in the park.

What is he doing?

What the hell does he want?

“Get up, let’s go,” he whispers in my ear.

“We’re in class.”

“Fuck it, let’s fucking go now. Grab your things.”

“No.”

“Don’t make a scene, baby girl.”

A scene? Like the one we’re already making?

He tugs on my arm and glares at me.

Deciding it would be worse if I stayed and cause a bigger scene to fight him off, I get up and grab my things.

He takes the edge of my elbow so he can guide me out of the class.

When we get down the hall and out of view of people, I pull out of his grasp, but he catches my arm again and yanks me back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss.

“Nothing more than usual.” He chuckles, tightening his grip on me.

“Where are you taking me? We’re not supposed to see each other until after school.”

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