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Hunter stuck out his hand. “Here, give me your phone,” he demanded.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and handed it over. I trusted Hunter like I trusted Edie-completely. “What the fuck for?” I watched as his fingers flew across the screen. He knew my password just like I knew his and Lars’.
His face lit up as he looked down at my phone. “Because everyone knows nothing’s official until it’s announced on social media.”
Lars let out a whoop of laughter, while I just rolled my eyes. “You’re such a goddamn girl, Hunter.”
“Yeah, but he’s not lying,” Lars chuckled.
Hunter handed me back my phone. “You’ll thank me later,” he promised. I took my phone back pretty sure I wouldn’t be thanking him.
The last warning bell rang and fourth period, suddenly, seemed too far away.
Chapter 8
The view we, sometimes, fail to see.
Talon~
And a hush fell over the crowd, folks.
I’m not sure what second and third period were like for Kenzlee, but for me they had been pretty much the same; stares here and there, little whispers. But when Kenzlee walked into fourth period, the entire classroom shut down as if she had walked in holding the cure for cancer.
But the real surprise?
Ms. Prim & Proper stormed right up to me, slammed her books on my desk, and seethed, “Did you go online and…and…”
Damn.
She was so pissed she was sputtering, and I wanted to laugh. Instead, I stood up. “Did I go online and what?” Kenzlee’s eyes looked like gold flames. “Sit down,” I ordered. “We’ll discuss this at lunch.”
Her good breeding had her picking up her books and heading towards the desk she sat in yesterday. I watched her go until Miles Denton leaned over and said, “I don’t mind switching with her.”
Normally, I’d be leery about someone offering a random favor, but Miles always seemed cool, and we never had any issues, so I nodded my head. “Appreciate it, man.”
I headed towards Kenzlee’s desk, grabbed her backpack and snatched her by her upper arm. “You’re sitting in the back with me,” I told her.
“The hell I am,” she hissed.
“Is there a problem?” Mrs. Thompkins asked.
My head turned back to address her. “Miles is having problems seeing the board,” I lied. “He’d like to switch desks with Kenzlee.” I looked back down at the girl whose eyes were shooting fire at me. “But, I guess, Kenzlee isn’t feeling like being charitable towards Miles.”
I thought she was going to claw my face off. Kenzlee’s been doing her best to act polite and accordingly, and here I was, ruining her preferred image.
She peered around me at Mrs. Thompkins. “Of course, I don’t mind switching with Miles, Mrs. Thompkins,” she, now, lied. “Talon was just helping me gather my stuff.”
I could hear the smile in Mrs. Thompkins’ voice. “Oh, that’s awfully nice of you Kenzlee.” Turning, I headed back towards my desk knowing Kenzlee was following.
The second her ass hit Miles’ old desk, she leaned over and spat, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
I laughed.
This girl was going to beat me bloody, then chop my body up into tiny pieces when she finally gets tired of my shit.
And I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to see this monied-classed girl snap and lose control. I was hoping she’d lose control naked underneath me, but odds were the chopped with an axe bit would most likely occur.
I leaned back towards her. “I already told you this morning, whether you like it or not, we’re doing this,” I reminded her.
