Page 667 of Filthy Elites

“What’s this, Chad? And hi, good morning.”

“That’s a formal letter letting you know you’re being investigated for drugging me. A copy has been sent to your parents.”

The smile falls from her face. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do, and you need to give me my phone right the fuck now.”

“I wouldn’t know where your phone is. Where the hell do you get off doing this type of shit to me? It’s not my fault your little girlfriend is a slut.”

“Jenna, give me my phone.” I continue and decide to let the slut comment slide.

When she doesn’t budge—just like I preempted—and we now have the attention of everyone else, I decide to take things up a notch.

“I’m sure you thought yesterday was funny. Didn’t you?”

“As funny as the next person,” she counters. “Classic idea to out the little bitch.”

“Yeah? It’s good to air out the secrets in public, isn’t it? I’m sure the class would love to know your parents put you in rehab last summer so you wouldn’t have to do community service for stealing jewelry from Nordstrom’s.” The moment I say that, her eyes go wide, and the fear of God drains the blood from her face.

She’ll want to know how I came by that information, and how in the hell I could have possibly found out something that was sworn to secrecy under the blood oath.

Unlike my family, who are only part of the Komarovski, her father is a Knight. Things are far more serious for them.

Put simply, I shouldn’t know anything, but I do, and that was just a fraction of the shit I have on her up my sleeves.

“What about the affair you had with your father’s best friend,” I declare loud and clear, so Svetlana, her best friend, .

The man I’m talking about is her father, and that affair ruined her parents’ marriage. No one knew until just now the homewrecker was Jenna.

“You bitch,” Svetlana cries, shoving Jenna hard. “It was you.”

“I can explain,” Jenna says.

“Make sure you explain the baby, too, and the abortion her father paid for,” I add.

Svetlana rushes away in tears.

“You asshole,” Jenna says, facing me with tear-filled eyes.

“Oh, I’ve only just gotten started. There’s a fuck of a lot more.”

“Don’t.”

“Did Billie get the chance to tell you no or ask you for mercy? Did she even get the chance to save herself? No, so why should you?”

“For fuck’s sake, Chad, you talk to me as if you don’t know me. This girl comes on the scene, and suddenly, you don’t want me. She had to pay.”

“Give me the fucking phone, Jenna, or I swear to Christ I will keep going.”

With a look of defeat, she reaches into her bag and hands me my phone.

“Good, I suppose I’ll see you in court.”

It won’t just be her who goes down for this; her family will too.

As for now, I know I’ve caused more than enough damage.

I walk away, walking past Mr. Davison, our English teacher.

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