Page 21 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

J.C. looks around the diner and shakes his head. “I’m going to miss this place, aren’t you guys? Once school starts back up, we won’t have much time to come here anymore. And after graduation, we’re all out of here. Right? Do you all know where you’re going?”

“No way. Stop it. We aren’t discussing graduation before we’ve even started the semester,” Caleb says. “You can’t talk to me about leaving until I’ve recovered from Spring Fling.”

“Spring Fling.” J.C. wags his brows suggestively. “I can’t believe we’re seniors now. I’ve been dreaming about Spring Fling for years. It’s going to be fucking rad.”

“Rad?” I snort.

“He speaks!” J.C. claps me on the back. “I’m a bit offended the first thing you’ve said since we got here was to make fun of me, but I’ll take it as a sign you’ve forgiven me for what happened in the car.”

“What happened in the car?” Caleb asks.

J.C. shakes his head at him and then winks at me, like we have some big secret.

I roll my eyes and brush his hand off of my shoulder. “I just think ‘rad’ is a bit of a tame descriptor, don’t you think? Spring Fling is going to be the biggest party of our lives.”

In most towns across America,Spring Flingis the moniker for a standard high school dance. Tame, lame, boring as hell.

But in Ravenlake, it’s the exact opposite.

It’s the biggest blowout of the fucking year.

All the members of the graduating class pool money to rent out a massive cabin in the woods for an entire weekend of drinking, drugs, and general debauchery.

So yeah—more than “rad,” if you ask me.

“Think about it,” J.C. says, leaning in and whispering. “All the girls have nothing to lose. They’re going to be out of Ravenlake after this year, so why not give in to their most base desires?”

Caleb snorts. “And you think their ‘most base desires’ involve you in some way?”

J.C. puffs out his chest. “Obviously. Why wouldn’t they?”

They two of them start ragging on each other the way they always do.

I let them have at it. My thoughts turn to something else.

After this year, I’ll be out of Ravenlake. Away from everyone I grew up with.

Including Penny.

For some people, that would mean I should let this vendetta go and move on.

For me, it means there’s nothing left to lose.

Spring Fling is going to be Penny’s Armageddon.

There are just so many options for how to humiliate her—in front of the entire graduating glass. Image after image flashes through my head.

Penny participating in the Spring Fling wet t-shirt contest, her breasts visible through sheer white fabric.

Strip poker. Ruthlessly stripping her of one layer at a time until she’s blushed and bare for all to see. For everyone to mock. For everyone to laugh at.

I want to be the one to do that shit to her.

It hasn’t even been an hour since I rubbed one out, but my cock is twitching.

I try to push the thoughts from my mind. But thoughts of Penny spread-eagled beneath me or on her knees in front of me or with her hands around my shaft keep appearing.

And I can’t stop them once they’ve started.

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