Page 8 of Revenge of a Queen

I look to Linc who is happily leaving me to deal with this alone, he is firmly on team ‘everyone should know the truth’. Dick.

“Actually, Linc and I have stuff to do tonight so--” I start, and he cuts me off, gesturing his hands into the air like he doesn’t care, but I know he does.

“Say no more, princess,” he replies as he turns to walk away.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself as I turn back to Linc, he just shrugs and turns to take after Jace.

“Meet you out front later,” he calls over his shoulder like a condescending dick. Like I don’t know that's where he will be. Between him, Ash, and Zack, I’m not allowed to drive myself anywhere.

Once the cafeteria is empty, I finally make my way to leave, but when I get into the hallway, they aren’t deserted like I expected. No, instead practically everyone in the school is crowded around something. What did I just say? I knew it.

I move to the bank of lockers on my left and use a ridge on one of the bottom ones to hoist myself up so I can get a better view at what is going on. I find Jace and Lincoln surrounded by a few guys from our shitty football team. A team that wouldn’t dare to approach the Rebels under usual circumstances, but with Marcus gone they think they stand a chance. I get it, Lincoln is the computer geek and Jace is the jokester, Marcus is seen as the threat of the three. God, these people are dumb fucks. Even without Marcus, these two could take on the five of them and more and come out on top. They are all an equal threat in their own rights.

I count five guys in total, but one is front and center and it’s clear he likes to think of himself as the leader of this band of clueless assholes. He’s tall and built but nowhere near the level that Marcus or the guys are. He’s got dark hair and dark eyes and a stupid fucking shave in his eyebrow that he thinks makes him look sexy. Spoiler alert it doesn’t. I move closer and start catching the gist of the conversation.

“What are you gonna do, Lincoln, throw your iPad at me?” he taunts, and a few people laugh. I can see the divide already forming. A bunch of students surround his little crew and that tells me that there are a lot of snakes in this building that don’t support the Rebels. This is going to become a problem unless it gets shut down and fast. I ignore whatever Lincoln responds with and look around until my gaze settles on a girl close to me. She is standing back and looks like she has no interest in whatever high school politics are being played out right now. My kinda girl. I move towards her until I am next to her and give her a nudge, she startles and then her gaze meets mine.

“Who’s the douche?” I ask flicking my head towards the guy who is continuing to talk a big game to two very amused Rebels.

“Chad McCormick,” she replies quietly.

I just nod as I bring up the program on my phone that allows me to run his name through it. It’s a program Zack came up with that features every person in this school, both student and faculty. It houses every piece of information on them, from birth certificate and school records to medical reports and dirty secrets. Basically, anything we could use against them or could be used against us. When I have what I need, I pocket my phone and nod my thanks to the girl who offers me a smile, like she knows exactly what I am going to do. Ha, she really has no idea.

I move stealthily around the crowd until I am leaning on a row of lockers that hasa space between the two opposing sides with a clear view. I miss whatever Jace just said to the guy, but I don’t miss him sliding on a pair of knuckle dusters and I have to smile. My little pretty boy has good taste in weapons.

The prick starts again, “You really think the two of you can take us?” he says loudly and puffs out his chest, like he thinks that will make him seem scarier. I stifle a laugh.

“What about me?” I say loudly, in a bored tone and every eye turns at once to look at me, no one noticed me before now. I ignore the grimace on both Lincoln and Jace's face in favor of the asshole with a god complex.

“Do I not count because I have a pussy?” I muse even louder and see a few people on our side snigger.

“What is Marcus’ whore of the month gonna do to me?” he replies coolly, I see the tension pouring off the Rebels, this isn’t just about a petty turf war now, it’s about disrespect.

“Oh, come on --” I pause for dramatic effect, enjoying myself here for the first time since Marcus left, “Sorry what's your name?”

“Really, whore? Almost two months here and you don't know my name. What’s the matter? Do you only get wet for Rebel cock?”

I smirk and he looks confused, “Oh, I know more than your name Chad McCormick, son of Barbara and Colin McCormick and that's the problem.”

“Yeah, well the only problem you should be concerned with, is that you can't keep your legs closed!” He snaps back and the only people that laugh, are the four guys stupid enough to stand with him. Everyone else is dead silent. They sense it, feel it.

“Yeah, and you can't keep your dick clean,” I reply smoothly, pulling out my phone and sending a mass text to everyone here,“Chlamydia three times really is impressive, I wasn’t aware Hallows High had any over achievers.”

The dings of everyone’s phone spurs him into action, “You fucking little cunt,” he goes to lunge towards me when I pull the knife from my thigh, giving zero fucks about anyone seeing. He falters immediately and I smile, a sinister smile channelling my inner Ash. Men always go for women when they think they are weak.

I slide my finger along the edge of my blade, “Just because Marcus isn’t here, doesn’t mean we will allow for any misdemeanours,” I say calmly before throwing my gaze at everyone still watching. I look back to Jace and Lincoln and nod and it sets them both into motion in perfect synchronization. They take out two of the five before anyone has even realized they moved. Then move onto the other two, leaving their pathetic little leader for me.

I put my knife away and he smiles like he thinks he can take me without it. Stupid fuck. He hasn’t seen me pull a Jace and slip my black jewelled duster onto my fist. I prowl towards him and when he reaches to grab me, I dodge it effortlessly before throwing my fist into his face. I hear a crack so loud that I’m sure I’m not the only one who heard it. When he falls to the ground, I relish in the fact that I chose heeled boots to finish my outfit today and slam my heel right into his dick and he screams out in pain. I bend down and grip him by the hair and whisper loudly into his ear.

“Don’t fuck with the Rebels, we bite.”

I realize what I am doing, I am cementing myself as part of them. They had already taken me in but I tried to push them away. I am starting to see that they might need me like I need them. But this isn’t about me, it's about Marcus. He has built a life for himself here, not the life he deserves, but a life that will get him what he wants, and I won’t let anyone take that from him. If that means stepping into his crew and becoming one of them, then so be it. I doubt any of this high school bullshit will affect my personal plans for revenge, so it's not an issue.

“Your King may be gone, but your court is not, now everyone fuck off to class.” I have barely finished the sentence before everyone begins to scatter. Once the hallways empty, I turn and head towards the main entrance, I need some fresh air and I feel the Rebels behind me like I always do when I exit the school.

I keep walking, not stopping until I reach my sanctuary on the bleachers. It’s barely a minute before Lincoln and Jace drop down beside me. We sit in silence until Jace breaks it with the playful tone I have missed hearing from him directed at me.

“Do I need to start calling you Queenie now, princess?” he asks, and I scoff.

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