Page 45 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

I’m still frozen, my dick limp and spent in my lap, when she raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you going to put that away?”

I ignore the flare of embarrassment and tuck myself in my pants. “Why did you do that?”

I don’t want to ask, but I have to know.

Lily crosses her arms over her chest and sits back in the passenger seat. “It doesn’t matter. Just take me home.”

20

Lily

I shouldn’t have done that.

My mom got mad at me because I forgot to tell her that I got a ride home. She thought something horrible had happened to me.

Plus, the story is already spreading. I assume Finn is telling people. Why wouldn’t he? He wants all of me, and I assume that means my reputation, too.

Or, what’s left of it, anyway.

The next morning, my locker is spray painted with a red “A”—an overused literary reference if ever there was one—and the inside is coated in what smells like rotten fish juice.

I’m late to homeroom because I have to take my textbooks to the bathroom and wipe them down so I can get through the day without a green smell cloud hanging around my head.

The teacher won’t hear my excuses.

“By this point in the semester, you should know where my classroom is, Ms. DeVry. That’s one demerit for you.”

And the demerits just keep coming.

The second one comes during passing period between second and third block. I have my head down, earbuds in, trying to get where I’m going without any trouble when I feel a hard push from behind.

I shout, stumble forward, and then suddenly, I’m caught in a tangle of limbs.

Cora’slimbs.

Her palms slam into my chest as I fall. She screams and shoves me back.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Get off me, DeVry!”

“Hey! Hey!” The hall monitor, a young biology teacher named Mr. Henry, runs forward and grabs me by the shoulders, lifting me up. “What is going on here?”

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything,” I say, righting myself.

“That bitch attacked Cora!”

Cora’s friends are on the sidelines—the only witnesses to the event, apparently. They point their fingers at me. I know it won’t do any good to argue.

Cora has already told me about her relationship with Mr. Henry. Nothing illicit happened, but they have plans for when she graduates. Mr. Henry pitched in the minor leagues for a few years, but when his shoulder gave out, he fell back on his teaching degree.

Cora has no intention of being with him long-term, but she likes the way he fills out his slacks, and she made it explicitly clear to me, and apparently to Mr. Henry, that she plans to do dirty things to him for the entire summer before she leaves for college.

For no other reason than that he doesn’t want to ruin his future sex plans, Mr. Henry gives me a demerit without hesitation, and sends me on my way while he checks to make sure Cora is okay.

No one checks on me.

The third demerit is at lunch.

I can’t eat behind the school anymore, not with the memory of Dallas haunting those steps, and I definitely can’t eat in the actual lunchroom because God knows what would happen if I leave myself that exposed to Cora and her harpies.

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