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Chapter 10

IDON’T PULL MY APPLICATION.

Chase can suck it.

Even if he tries to get me kicked out of the school, the worst thing that can happen is that I end up back at my old school. The scholarship is the only thing that matters, but Chase doesn’t know that.

It would be very easy for him to make a call and find out everything about me, but he clearly doesn’t care enough to do it. He doesn’t know why the scholarship matters to me so much, but even if he did, I’m sure he wouldn’t give a damn.

The only thing that matters to Chase is Chase.

But there’s one thing that bothers me. If he wants me out of the school, he would’ve already told the principal the truth, so why hasn’t he done it?

Why is he wasting his time blackmailing me? I know he doesn’t care. Is it just because it’s more fun? Probably.

He’s using his chance to be mean to someone, and I’m new here, so I’m more fun than someone he already knows and who knows him all too well.

Fucking psycho.

I wait for the night to check the results of the second test, and a smile uptilts my lips. This time, I aced my test, getting 100%. Chase is second with 99%.

I guess my happiness will be short-lived if Chase decides to rat me out, but now it’s better for him not to do it if he doesn’t want to prove my point that he’s scared of me. I might find a way to stay at the school, after all, and Chase won’t be able to blackmail me anymore.

I hurry down the hallway so that I don’t run into my nemesis. If I can avoid him, all the better. I still have to work on my plan, just in case Chase decides that I’m no longer fun or a challenge.

“Liliana!” Brittany waves at me when I’m on my way to my room. “Oh, thank god I ran into you. I need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

Her hands are full of books, and I guess she’s going to the library or has a study date with someone. “I left a book on my desk. Can you please go grab it for me so I don’t have to haul all of this back? Please! I’m so late. I promised Ivy I’ll be there almost half an hour ago, and I don’t want her to get mad at me.”

I have no idea who Ivy is, but it doesn’t matter. “Sure, but I don’t know where your room is. And can you give me your key?”

“Oh, right.” She struggles to keep the books up in her arms. “It’s down that hallway.” She nods in its direction. “Last room to the left. It has a red sticker on the door, so you won’t miss it. You don’t need a key. I couldn’t lock it while carrying all this, but don’t tell anyone. I don’t want anyone snooping around, okay? The book I need is on the desk. It’s the only one, so you can’t miss it.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” She flashes me a smile. “Go now. Hurry!”

I stride down the hallway, looking for Brittany’s room. Maybe I’m imagining it, but this hallway looks a little larger than the one where my room is, and the red carpet seems newer and softer.

I spot the red sticker in the middle of the door. Brittany sure as hell likes to feel special. I open the door and step inside. It’s pitch-dark, so I feel the wall for the light switch, but it isn’t in the same spot as in my room, or maybe I just can’t find it.

I open the door wider, letting some light from the hallway inside, and try to find the desk. In a moment, my eyes should adjust to the darkness.

The door slams closed, and I gasp, spinning around, but I can’t see anything anymore. What the hell just happened?

Someone grabs me from behind into a tight embrace, and my heart jumps into my throat. I know who it is without him even having to say anything. It’s his scent that gives him away.

“I’m pleasantly surprised, princess,” he whispers into my ear as his hands roam my body. “You’re the last person I expected.”

His left hand shifts to my breast, squeezing, and his other hand trails up my leg, lifting my skirt.

“I—” My voice cuts off as his lips lower to my neck.

His fingers rub against my panties.

I’m trapped in his arms, and I can’t breathe, even though my chest is heaving and gasps are coming out of my mouth. It’s a completely strange sensation, just like the press of Chase’s mouth against my skin.