Page 29 of Filthy Elites

“If he doesn’t return before you’re gone, his food goes in the trash. We’re too busy—we need the table.”

“Right.” I nod.

I have a feeling that even if the diner wasn’t busy, she’d toss his food in the garbage. He doesn’t return before I head out, and I begin to worry about Sage. I send her a quick text, but it goes unanswered.

Crap. I don’t want her to think there’s something going on between Justice and me. Maybe I should tell her brother what happened today, but she might be even more upset if I rat her out.

I’m still thinking about what to do when my phone pings. I look at it, hoping it’s Sage, but it’s a text from the bane of my existence.

JASON:I guess youdolike pervs.

Hell,how did he find out about Justice so quickly?

ChapterThirteen

Nicola/Isabelle

When I got homeon Saturday, I called Sage. She ignored it and never called me back. So I sent her a long text message explaining how I wound up in the diner with Justice. I know that if she saw the guy touching my face, it looked bad. And God knows what he told her.

Jason didn’t bother me again. I decided it was best to stay in my room on Sunday and study, but my mind wasn’t into it. As weekends go, this one sucked.

I look like a raccoon today. It takes me longer than usual to get ready, so I don’t have time for breakfast. I don’t think I could eat anyway.

My nerves are shot as I walk into the school building. I barely make it into the main hallway when Sloane and her friends block my path.

I don’t need this shit today.

“Excuse me,” I say.

“No, I won’t excuse you.” Sloane flattens one hand on my shoulder and shoves me against a locker.

“Hey! Get off me.”

“This is your first and last warning. Stay away from Jason.”

I should have predicted Sloane would show her claws. When I met Jason, she clearly made a show for my benefit. All that was left was for her to piss all over him to mark her territory.

“Why? Because you have some sick claim over him?”

Her face twists into a scowl. “You’re the one who’s the oddity here, bitch.”

I could tell her I have no interest in Jason, and he’s the one who won’t leave me alone. But she wouldn’t believe me, and hell, I don’t owe her any explanation.

But I won’t take her threats meekly. I shove her off me, hard. She staggers back as her eyes grow larger.

Didn’t expect the weirdo to fight back, did you, bitch?

“What’s the meaning of this?” the principal asks, scowling in my direction.

Great. He has to show up when I’m defending myself. I bet he didn’t see Sloane shove me against the locker first.

“I don’t know, Mr. Cain. This girl is a menace. We just wanted to know where she bought her shoes,” Sloane replies, milking the fake sweet tone to the max.

Her friends all jump in to confirm her BS story.

“Nicola, please follow me,” he says.

Damn everything to hell.

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