Page 42 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

It makes me mad.

Mad at her for looking so good. Mad at her for not realizing it.

And mad at myself for becoming distracted by something as trivial as soft hair and pouty lips and big brown eyes.

I feel myself stir between my legs. I haven’t jerked off this much in years. Now, I’m hard at just the memory of Lily lying on my bed, her back arched as I shoved my fingers into her. At the mere thought of her silky-smooth walls and wet warmth contracted around my hand.

Before I get out of the car, I readjust myself in my pants so she won’t notice the tenting, and stroll towards her.

It takes her far too long to hear me coming and look up, but when she does, her wide brown eyes nearly root me to the spot. Then, they narrow into familiar hatred, and I’m able to control myself.

Remembering how much she hates me helps keep things in perspective.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might need some company while your mom is busy,” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Want to take a drive?”

“No,” she snorts, screwing up her face. “Obviously not.”

I hold out my hand. “It wasn’t actually a question.”

She closes her sketchbook and shoves it in her backpack fast enough that I only catch a glimpse of pencil lines and what looks like an arched brow. Then, she crosses her arms and levels me with an icy stare.

“And why would I go anywhere with you?”

“Because I passed by Cora and her clique of bitches on the way here, and I may have told them where they could find you.” I look back over my shoulder like I’m looking for someone, even though I know Cora is already gone for the day. I saw her pull out of the lot. “They should be right behind me, actually.”

I see the spark of fear in her eyes. It is amazing to me that those bimbos can scare Lily more than I do.

She’s still so naïve. She doesn’t know how Ravenlake Prep works.

“Have they been giving you a lot of shit?”

I don’t know why I care. Actually, I don’t care. I’m just curious.

Lily snaps her eyes to me and presses her lips together into a flat pink line. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

I nod and back away from her. “So, I’ll leave you here, then?”

She opens her mouth to say something and then stops. I watch as her mind whirls, as she makes her decision.

Finally, she wrinkles her nose, sighs, and grabs her backpack. “If I get in your car, you have to take me home.”

I turn around, shrug, and pull my keys from my pocket. “Whatever.”

My car smells like cigarettes and leather, but as soon as Lily slides into the passenger seat, vanilla wafts over to me. Like my bedsheets, my car is probably going to forever smell like her.

Every night while trying to fall asleep, I have to try and block out her scent and the memory of what we did.

Now, going for a drive won’t even be a reprieve.

“You are going to have to pay me back for the professional-level cleaning it will require to get your perfume smell out of my bed and car.”

She tucks her backpack under the glove compartment between her feet and frowns. “I don’t wear perfume. It’s just my bodywash.”

God. The image of her wet and soaped up in her shower makes me throb.

Which makes me even more mad.

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