Page 37 of Triumphant Kings

Thankfully, lunch is starting in a few minutes, and because I finished my work early, I excuse myself to the bathroom, take my things, and leave, needing a moment to myself to just be alone and think.

I should have known better because as soon as I’m walking out of the bathroom and turning the corner, there’s the she-bitch herself.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I groan as I quickly stop to avoid running into her.

“If it isn’t the one person I hate the most in the world.” Tina sneers, crossing her arms.

“Feeling’s mutual,” I mutter, stepping to the side to move around her. She follows. “Move, please.”

“I knew you were a whore. I just didn’t know how much of one you really were.” She tsk. “What I can’t wrap my head around is... how did you get so many guys being as ugly as you are?”

Anger boils in my blood. I don’t have the patience for her shit today. Or any other day.

Wanting to get away from her, I try to go around her again, but she blocks me again.

“Let me go,” I growl, trying to hold back angry tears. I won’t let this bitch see how much she gets to me. Just her name alone makes me want to claw her eyes out. Standing here with her, I want to fucking murder her. I’m so sick of her shit. Of everyone’s shit.

“I guess it’s true, some men will fuck any willing hole.” She snorts. “Must have a magic pussy if they keep coming back for more. How much are you paying them, Sadie? Because your body alone isn’t enough.”

“Fuck off, Tina,” I say, sounding as tired as I feel. “Why would I need to pay anyone to fuck me? They’re all rich. They don’t need my money.”

“Mhm. You're right. Has to be blackmail. What do you have on them, Sadie? What are you holding over their head?”

“Nothing,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s lunch time, now let me go.”

“Oh, hunny, I think food is the last thing you need to be worrying about.” She laughs, eyeing me up and down with this fake pity look. “Looks like someone had a little too much fun with the holiday sweets.”

Of course, she has to hit it where it hurts the most.

“Whatever,” I mutter, tears stinging the back of my eyes. The bell rings, giving me the distraction I need to push past her. As I walk away, students start to fill the hallways.

“Watch out, everyone,” Tina calls out behind me. “Better hide your boyfriends before the school slut steals them.”

People laugh, but I ignore them, rushing through the hallway towards the nearest bathroom.

I manage to make it just in time to pull up the lid before I expel the contents of my stomach.

Tears spill down my cheeks with every heave. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. Why can’t she just die? The world would be a better place without her.

As soon as the thoughts leave my mind, I feel guilty because I’m not that kind of person. I shouldn’t wish death on anyone.

Okay, well, maybe Collin and Preston’s dad. He sure as hell doesn’t deserve to live.

Once everything is up, I give myself a moment to breathe and for the nausea to pass. My throat is raw, my eyes are sore, and I’m so damn tired. I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep.

Part of me is thinking of going home early, but the guys are waiting for me at the Host Club room.

With a deep breath, I wipe my mouth with a tissue before flushing and leaving the stall.

A few girls look over at me as they leave, giving me the bathroom to myself again.

Opening my bag, I grab a makeup wipe, clean my eyes up and then fix my makeup.

My eyes are a little red, but I can just lie and say it's from lack of sleep. I really didn’t get much last night. The nap after Grayson and I had some of the best and kinkiest sex I’ve ever had didn’t help because I couldn’t really fall asleep.

I still can’t believe that happened.

These boys have changed me, but for the better. It seems they are unlocking new kinks all the time, and none of them judge me because they are even freakier than I am.

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