Page 472 of Filthy Elites

The morning passes in a haze of covert glances and hostile glares. Arriving at school for a second day with The Elite and having Sebastian plaster himself to me as he walks me through the halls to my homeroom has everyone even more interested in me and why I’ve been chosen. I hate the notoriety it’s giving me, but Court on the other hand is loving it. I saw the way her eyes lit up when everyone saw her get out of Evan’s car and honestly, it worries me how much she’s enjoying all the attention.

Sebastian is waiting outside my classroom the moment the bell rings. Sighing, I walk to him and hand him my backpack when he offers to carry it. His expression is confused and there’s a furrow in his brow as he looks me over expectantly, trying to find something, but I’m not sure what.

When we reach the main hallway that holds the cafeteria, there’s a crowd of people surrounding something that’s happening up ahead. Sebastian grips my hand a little tighter, guiding us through as the kids part to give him a clear path. When we reach the reason for all the onlookers, I’m shocked to find a boy being held by Hunter, with Evan and Clay standing intimidatingly on either side.

“Stay here, little bird,” Sebastian orders, handing me back my bag and stepping forward toward the scared-looking boy and the rest of The Elite.

“On your knees, Adrian,” Sebastian orders, his voice firm and low.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” the boy pleads, in a reedy whine.

I’ve spent plenty of time with the GAA Elite in the last couple of days, they’re intense and commanding, but I’ve never seen this side of them before. Right now they’re formidable, hard and intimidating and I’m not going to lie, I’m a little scared of them all. By the looks of it, so is Adrian.

The kids that are crowded around the scene shuffle nervously as we wait to see what will happen. I understand the role The Elite play at the school, but this is the first time I’ve seen them mete out punishment in such a public way.

Sebastian points to a spot on the floor in front of the guys and a trembling Adrian slowly sinks to his knees.

“It was a mistake, it won’t happen again,” Adrian gasps.

“You’re right, bringing drugs to a fucking party was a mistake, so was bringing a fifteen-year-old date and fucking her in one of my guest rooms after you fed her several lines of coke,” Clay hisses

“I—” Adrian chokes.

“I’m not interested in your excuses,” Clay growls, pulling back his foot and then swinging it forward, kicking Adrian and sending him flying onto his back. “That girl was a fucking mess, high as a fucking kite and throwing up everywhere when the staff found her, and now my asshole parents are getting shit from her family because she was at my party.”

“She wanted it, man,” Adrian protests.

“She’s fifteen,” Hunter hisses, kicking Adrian again.

“Okay, okay, so what do I have to do?” Adrian begs.

“You’re now our bitch.” Evan laughs.

“What?” It sounds like Adrian’s crying now.

“You heard him, from now until graduation, you’re our bitch. You’ll do our washing, carry our shit. Wipe our fucking ass if that’s what we tell you to do. You’re a social outcast, no one here will talk to you, no one anywhere will sell to you, buy from you, or associate with you. We’ve blacklisted you and your entire family to everyone in the tristate area,” Sebastian says, his voice low and sinister.

“You. You can’t do that,” he whimpers.

“Sure we can. We can do whatever we want. Your parents are rich because of our parents. Our families give and they can just as easily take away,” Evan says in his superior drawl that somehow doesn’t make him sound like as much of an asshole as it should.

“I won’t do it. I don’t believe you,” Adrian says, trying to force some strength into his voice and failing.

“Your choice. Alternatively, the video of you selling pills and coke at my party will be released to both the police and the media. We also have the name of your supplier which we’ll release along with the pictures of you and him meeting so you could buy drugs. Then if that’s not enough, we have video of you practically forcing coke on a fifteen-year-old girl and then fucking her. That’s statutory rape and probably child abuse. You’ll be on the sex offender’s registry for the rest of your fucking life.” Clay laughs lowly.

“I didn’t know she was fifteen, she said she was legal.”

“You’re eighteen, asshat; legal or not, she’s still too fucking young for you to be feeding her coke and fucking her at a party. Get some self-respect, you pedo.” Hunter cries, kicking the stooped figure again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do whatever you want,” a broken voice says.

“We figured as much. Come on then, bitch, it’s time for lunch.” Clay laughs.

I watch as Adrian starts to claw his way to his feet, only to be knocked back down by Hunter. His sheer size and the scowl on his face makes him much more intimidating in this moment than he’s ever seemed before. “You crawl on your hands and knees behind us.”

“What?” Adrian chokes.

“You’re our bitch, and where should little bitches be?” Sebastian asks with a sinister laugh. “On their knees, so that’s where you’ll be from now on. On your knees either behind us, or at our feet.”

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