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“No,” he answered abruptly. I’m sure that if I’d had more time with him, I could have gotten him to fuck me though.

“Only because I walked in before it could escalate,” Collin cut in. Jessica shifted away from him so she could get a better look at his face. “They were going at it hard.” Hunter glared at his best friend, a deadly promise swimming within his irises.

My plan had been to get Hunter back for partaking in the plan to ruin my fucking life. However, managing to piss off Collin in the process was proving to be a smart move.

“I’ll be leaving now,” I chirped as I attempted to wedge myself between Collin and Jessica. My job here was done.

Just as I was crossing the threshold into the bedroom, Collin’s hand wrapped around my bicep and he tugged me toward him with an unnecessary amount of force.

Ripping my arm out of his hold, I glared at him. “Touch me again and I’ll knee you in your baby Sherman,” I snapped, causing him to roll his eyes.

“You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Jessica intervened. “She’s lucky I don’t beat her ass.”

A hysterical laugh burst free of my lungs as I rounded on her. “If you think you’re big enough, by all means.” Motioning toward myself, a manic smile hooked up at the corners of my mouth.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she muttered.

“And don’t you forget it.”

Hunter turned on me next, the darkness in his gaze making my stomach curl. “I know you’re new, and don’t know much about how things work here,” he began. “We’ve also gone relatively easy on you given the circumstances. You don’t fuck with us and get away with it. You just signed your death warrant—metaphorically speaking of course.” The sadistic glint in his eye told me that I might have just awoken a monster.

Unease settled in the pit of my gut, but despite it, I lifted my chin and stared him in the eye. “If you think I’ll be an easy target, then you’ve got another thing coming,” I warned. “I fight to survive.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Chapter 20

Monroe

Starting my morning routine off right, I brought the steaming cup of coffee to my lips. A small breath of air left me as I attempted to cool the beverage enough to sip on it. It didn’t take long, and as soon as possible, I tilted the glass, allowing the hot liquid to coat my tongue and warm my system.

The clock on my microwave indicated that I was quickly running out of time. I’d gotten up extra early today to hit the gym so I could blow off some steam, but now that I was actually awake, I was having second thoughts.

Silently sipping the remainder of my drink, I placed the empty glass in the sink upon finishing. Gathering my belongings for the day, I strolled out into the cold, refreshing air.

Since the gym wasn’t far from here, taking my car wasn’t necessary. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I took off in the direction of the gym, and didn’t stop until I was inside.

A frown tugged at my mouth as I noted the lights being on, leading me to believe someone had the same idea as me. Tightening my grip on the bag over my shoulder, I ventured further into the building.

The clanking of weights caught my attention from the next room over, and my curiosity was definitely peaked. Striding over to check it out, Myles Patterson came into view as he lay on the bench doing chest workouts. Ignoring that he was there, I entered the room, retrieved a set of dumbbells, and walked over to the opposite side of the room where I started doing curls.

After a set of ten, my arms were sore. Luckily, my job didn’t require manual labor, so I wouldn’t have to use my arms a lot throughout the day.

Myles glanced over at me but didn’t seem bothered by my presence. A pair of black, bulky headphones rested on his head as he continued working out.

After a few moments, Myles grabbed his things and made his way toward the showers, leaving me alone—which I was grateful for. That kid always gave me the fucking creeps.

After finishing up with my work out, I hit the showers too and got dressed in a work-appropriate outfit that consisted of a maroon sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.

The cold air was soothing when I stepped outside again, and I didn’t mind the walk to my classroom.

When I arrived, I dropped down into my seat moments before the bell rang for first period to begin. Everyone seemed to be on time today, which made my job a little bit easier.

The period dragged on as I gave them lecture after lecture. None of the students seemed interested in learning today, which did make things difficult. They weren’t listening, talking to one another, passing notes, texting.

Minutes before class ended, I swept my gaze across the room until my eyes settled on Aspen Palmer and Foster Henderson.

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