Page 609 of Filthy Elites

That’s what the devil used to call me when he forced himself on me.

Years later—so many years later, and I still can’t forget.

Chad looks surprised but completely unfazed. “Consider that your second strike, but for what it’s worth, I like your fire.”

“Leave me alone. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Just stay away from me.”

“No,” He chuckles. “You and I have only just begun.”

I’m done here. I open the car door and get in, but when I pull away, the steering feels weird, and the warning notifications come on. It feels like I have a flat tire but on all four wheels.

Something is wrong with the car, but what? It was fine this morning. I wait until I get a little way away from my monster before I stop and get out of the car to check the tires.

When I do and see that my tires have been slashed, I realize with horror that that motherfucker did it.

I look back to where he was standing, but he’s gone.

Christ. What the hell?

He’s a fucking psycho.

So, am I supposed to allow him to get away with this?

Hardly.

It’s not in my nature to bow down and take shit from anybody.

Two can play at this game of shit, and I just signed up to be a player.

FIVE

Billie

Bastard.

This is where he hangs out.

Taking care to remain hidden, I keep close to the ledge of the skylight of the so-calledbreakroom.

I’m on the roof looking down at Chad and the Titans.

I loathe thinking of them as anything of the sort because their power gives them the means to call themselves whatever they want.

These guys have taken it to the extreme though as they are rumored to have a tattoo of a mythical Greek god somewhere on their bodies. I haven’t looked that close at any of them to see for myself, and I don’t want to.

Apparently, this is supposed to be one of the rooms available to all the junior and senior year students, but this one belongs to them.

It’s the last period of school, and they’re ditching it.

To carry out this little heist, I had to do the same, missing biology, a class I was actually looking forward to.

This would have been my first class with all of them.

I just had to get whatever I was doing done and dusted before the end of the day. The idea is to watch my enemy, so I may get some idea of defeating him.

Or, at the very least, get him off my back, so he’s not doing any more damage to me or my things.

I spent the entire lunch hour organizing someone to pick up my car to take it to the garage. That prompted a call from Cal after it arrived because the mechanics contacted him to let him know the tires had been slashed.