Page 58 of Wicked Games

It’s no secret that most of the girls, and quite a few guys, on campus use their private jets like Ubers and take weekly trips to New York or LA or wherever else they go to get their facials andfillers and everything else it takes to maintain that not quite real but expensive enough to pass as real look they all have.

All that vanity isn’t just expensive; it’s also the easiest way to piss them off and get under their skin. And I exploit it every chance I get.

“Are you going to a come as you are party?” I ask, keeping my tone light and conversational. “You know most people still put at least a little effort into their look when they go to those, right? No one actually just shows up exactly how they are when they get the invite.”

All four girls glare at me. I know for a fact that they spent hours getting ready, and even the slightest criticism will ruin her night, even if it’s coming from me.

“You’d better be careful talking to me like that,” Natalie says, giving me a nasty sneer that twists her features up and makes her look as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside. “You want me to tell Killian you’re disrespecting me? How do you think that’s going to go down?”

I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t smile. My stepbrother has already washed his hands of her now that he knows she’s fucking around on him. She’s going to be in for a world of surprise when he finally breaks up with her and she can’t use him to get her way anymore.

I can’t fucking wait.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“I want to know what you’ve been saying to him.”

“Saying to who?” I look between her and her clones.

“Killian,” she practically spits out.

“Killian?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” She pokes me in the chest, her long, talon-shaped nail digging into me through my sweater.

“He doesn’t have to play dumb,” Jacklyn, another of the clones, says with a giggle. “That’s his default.”

The rest of the girls giggle like they just heard the funniest pun ever.

I turn to walk away. I’m not in the mood to deal with any of this bullshit right now, and it’s best if I leave before my already tenuous grip on my control snaps and I lose my shit on them.

“Hey.” Something solid connects with the back of my head, hard enough to snap my neck forward but not hard enough to daze me at all.

Pure, unadulterated rage flows through me, and my vision goes a little hazy around the edges as my entire body tenses.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” Natalie snaps. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Slowly, I turn around and face them. “Don’t touch me.”

Natalie laughs and pokes me in the chest again. “Or what? What are you going to do?”

“Keep testing me and find out,” I warn in a low voice.

“Like I’m afraid of you,” she scoffs.

“Back the fuck off,now.”

She takes a half step closer to me. “And what.” Poke. “Are you.” Poke. “Going to.” Poke. “Do about—Hey!” she shrieks when I grab her wrist to stop her. “Let go, you freak. Help!” She screeches. “Help!”

I let go of her. Not because she’s screaming like a banshee, but because it’s taking everything in me to not twist her damn arm until I break every bone in it so she thinks twice about putting her hands on me again.

“You’re so dead,” she hisses, holding her wrist to her chest. “Killian is going to kill you for touching me.”

This time I don’t hold in my laugh. “Keep thinking that.”

“I don’t know who you think you are?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I interrupt. “I know you think you’re special because Killian buys you shit and lets you run around and use his name to get your way, but you’re nothing more thana pocket pussy to him.” I pull myself up to my full height, letting her see exactly what I think of her and not hiding my expressions like usual. “You’re not special, and you’ll never be special. It doesn’t matter how much work you get done, how many guys you spread your legs for, or how many designer bags you collect. You’re never going to be more than exactly what you are now. And you know what that is?”

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