Page 49 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Besides, even though I didn’t spray paint the message, that doesn’t mean I disagree with it. I wouldn’t mind if five classes of girls per day walked into the locker room and saw this message.

When the door behind me opens, I sigh.

“I’m not sure what trouble you think I’m going to find in here, but I don’t think I need a personalized guard. It’s all a little Big Brother for my taste.”

“You don’t need to find trouble.” The second I hear his voice, I gasp and turn around, pressing myself against the wall. Finn is standing in the doorway, head tilted to the side, mouth pulled into a smirk. “Trouble seems to find you.”

“What are you doing here?” I glance at the door. It’s still closed, and no one seems eager to walk in. “Where’s Mr. Woodson?”

“Taking a break,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering towards me. “He and I are old friends.”

Of course they are.

“What are you doing here?” I ask again.

The memory of what we did the last time we were in this locker room together feels like a physical presence in the room. It presses down on me from all directions, squeezing the air from my lungs.

I don’t understand why I want him.

Finn Foster is a rich, privileged asshole. He is the type of person who gets what he wants or takes it. He has no regard for anyone else or their feelings. He lives to serve himself, even at the expense of others. And I should hate him for it.

Idohate him.

But not enough.

“I came to see you.”

The words send a thrill through me, and I cross my arms and look down at the floor. “Well, you’ve seen me.”

“Not all of you,” he breathes.

I don’t need to look up to know he is studying me. To know that he is staring at me, undressing me with his eyes.

I cross my arms tighter. “And you won’t. I’m busy, thanks to you.”

“You deserved it,” he shrugs. “Lying about a man’s dick to his friends is not cool. Plus, not all of this was because of me. I didn’t realize you hated Cora just as much as I do.”

“I don’t. Well, I do … but I didn’t do this,” I say, gesturing towards the wall.

He admires it for a second and then nods. “You know, I’m not surprised. You don’t strike me as the rebellious type.” He sounds almost disappointed.

I really shouldn’t care, but I do.

For some godforsaken reason, I want Finn Foster to like me.

“You made me come in a shower stall just over there. How is that not rebellious?”

“Because you didn’t ask me to. You didn’tbegme to.” Finn takes a step towards me, eyes lowered so his cheeks look even sharper than normal. Deadly. “It wasn’t rebellious because I drew you a map to what you wanted and then held your hand the entire way. A rebellious person would take what they want.”

“I took what I wanted yesterday.”

The memory burns in my face and my mind. I did what I wanted with Finn yesterday. I took what I wanted and pleasured him and felt powerful.

But I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed of what I want and what I did to get it.

When I look up again, Finn is standing only a few steps away. His blue eyes are sharp and clear as a summer day, and they feel like a hot poker going straight through me.

“Yeah, but you regret it.”

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