Page 39 of Grace of Spades
"Oh, Mr. Van Doren asked me to let you know he can't make it to your fight tomorrow but that he will see you at breakfast Saturday." He smiles innocently. I narrow myeyes at him.
"Why didn't he just text me that? Or tell me tonight?" I ask. I see a bit of panic set behind his gorgeous coffee eyes even though his face remains calm.
"Uh... well... he..." I tilt my head and examine him. His cheeks are flushed and he's wearing a fancier suit than normal. His messy hair is even combed back.
"You have a date!" I cry. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Uh... I don't have a date...yet." He says looking at the floor. "I came to ask you to lunch."
"Oh... um... I just had lunch. I have class now. I'm sorry." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why!? Three in one day?! Why?!
"Oh, I understand. I'll see you after school." He smiles softly. He might as well have just kicked my heart across the room. Stupid puppy dog eyes.
"I'll see you then." I smile awkwardly. "Sorry again." And I leave. God damn it, why can't I be heartless all of the time?
It's like the universe heard my call for violence and smiled upon me. I don't get ten feet down the hall before I'm pinned against the wall by a large body. I look up and see it's the guy that hangs out with that Chad idiot and Slime Ball McGee from the diner. I can't remember his name. Carter? Maybe.
"Hey, babe. I heard you were up for a bit of fun." He leers. His watery blue eyes flicking to my chest. Ew.
"You were told wrong." I glare up at him. He sneers a laugh and pins my arms to my sides. I can't get to my blades and he is a whopping six foot three, at least, compared to my five foot two.
"I don't know, you look like you're going to put up a nice fight for me." Oh, fuck no.
"Then you're right. I'm your dream girl." I smile up at him sweetly before bringing my knee up between his legs hard. I slam my head forward into his nose once he's bent grasping the first blow and I watch the blood pour from his face as he cries out. I take a deep breath and straighten my uniform and leave him bleeding on the floor behind me. I see ashocked-looking Christian staring at me so I smile and head to gym class.
We're doing another obstacle course today so I put on the tattoo cover-up that Keir gave me and braid my hair back before leaving. It's a good thing too because I'm paired with Liam again.
"What happened to your forehead?" Liam asks as we start our run.
"Oh, some asshole didn't believe that no meant no," I explain.
"Who?" His voice goes low and deadly... and sexy. Jesus, Grace! Get your hormones together!
"I can't remember his name. Chad's friend." I shrug. "Big fucker."
"Callum." He grumbles, disgust evident on his face. Glad we're on the same page.
"That's the one. I thought it might be Carter but I've just been calling him Dick-For-Brains." That makes him laugh. I love his laugh. Ah! Get it together!
Maybe it's a good thing I'm saying no to them. I'm obviously quite taken with all four of them. And isn't that just a disaster waiting to happen?
We finish our run and line up for the new obstacle course. I notice Keir and Alek are behind us. The whistle blows and I throw myself into a run slowing down to step through the car tires. I slam down onto my stomach and drag myself under the net hopping up to climb the wall and swinging across the kiddie pool to the other side.
"Yes! Like a boss!" Liam cries offering me a double high five far too high for me to reach. I pinch his very hard stomach making him curl up so I can high-five him properly.
"That was low, Grace." He chuckles.
"I am a problem solver. Thank you very much." I snark as I watch Keir pull his massive form up the wall and his thick arms hold him up on the rope as he swings. Fuck me. No! No, Grace. Calm your ovaries!
Christian
Holy shit.Grace is a badass! She just smashed her head into some asshole's face!
I saw what he was doing. What he was going to do to her. I was in the middle of charging up to them when Grace kicked his ass. And now I'm here. With a body in the back of my Lambo. They are so not meant to hold bodies.
"Dad, I have an issue." I greet him over the phone.
"What kind of issue?"
