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They pull up in a Maserati. No wonder DeMarco was such a dick to them.
“How many of those Mounty guys have you fucked?” “Why do either of you care?” Avery says sweetly and they both finally shut up.
Hehehehe
“I know someone who could help. It’s a risk but he’s always been discreet. And kind to me. I could play the dumb damsel in distress and get him to sort it for us. He probably wouldn’t even ask for a cut.”
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He’s now independently wealthy and very vague about how he makes his money.
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I’m not feeling much warmth toward them now. Okay, that’s a lie, I’m feeling pissy but turned on at the very sight of them. Sue me.
“I’m a Mounty. I’m a foster kid. I was a child of neglect before that. Last year I was the target of a game that had most of the male population of this school following me around bugging me for sex every day. I’ve had to threaten Harley’s psycho cousin with a knife to the dick. You think I don’t have experience fighting off rapists? Please. Go back to your privileged, gilded fucking towers and leave me the hell alone.”
he says and still he’s fucking smiling. I’m starting to get creeped out. Guys don’t smile at me like that.
I swear under my breath and silently pray they’re here for something else. The universe does not listen.
We’re only two weeks into the year and he’s already behind, I feel like this is his true skill in life.
He grins at me and I get the feeling he’s trying to flirt with me. I don’t need any more guys following me around, especially not a fellow Mounty. How the hell do I discourage this kind of thing without violence? Fuck.
“Have you ever broken the bones in a guy’s hand in half a second one-handed?” Ash drawls. I forgot I even did that. Lance frowns at him and shakes his head. “Then she’s tougher than you.”
Blaise followed me up to the girls’ dorms to rant passionately at Avery while I showered.
Literally why do they act like she is their mother. And why does she allow it
Her belongings are slowly migrating onto my half of the room purely by need because she has so damn much.
“That’s not a truth. That’s a sad revelation.
I don’t want random hot guys. I want a mobster’s son with the face of an angel and the rap sheet of a street kid.
Me too babe
I’m also going to teach you how to castrate a guy properly. I mean it, I’m going to teach you how to cut a dick off.”
Not great nutritionally but it’s done wonders for my boobs. Namely, I have some now.
Upstairs is definitely not one big orgy. It’s six different orgies, spread throughout the rooms.
Annabelle starts screaming at us he lifts his head and yells out to her, “I told you to leave me the fuck alone, Summers.” Then he tucks his face back into my neck and sighs.
Blaise moans, “I do. I definitely feel poisoned. Someone put me out of my fucking misery.”
My skin itches and crawls with irritation and I’m going to have to throat punch someone to calm the fuck down.
Harley follows me to the stairs that lead to the dorms, completely silent like he knows I’m one word away from homicide.
Okay, I’ve reached my threshold of being called a slut today. I’ve hit the limit and I’m going to start stabbing people.
“I won’t ever bury your brother but if he calls me a slut ever again I will castrate him. Like I said, it’s in my skill set and I can actually do it. If you ever want to be an aunty someday you should probably warn him.”
Pass the bleach, I want to die.
“He’s rich, hot, and he has a huge dick. What more could a girl want?” I gag. I can’t help it, it happens before I can lock it down.
“Sweetheart, I have seen more photos of you on a dick than any other girl at this school. Don’t mistake which one of us is the whore.”
Is Blaise fucking Morrison, lead singer and guitarist of Vanth Falling, rock god and literal idol of my heart, embarrassed? Fuck me, that’s worse than an insult or sweetness. I’m doomed to pander to his every fucking whim.
“He lost his mind over you sleeping here after the party. He cornered me and told me to stay the fuck away from you and Harley. He’s practically pissed on your leg to assert his ownership of you.”
I sound way more confident than I am but, hey, I’m faking it until I make it.
Avery and I had been torn on the best way to get rid of him. I wanted something permanent, like death or severe mutilation.
Why am I not a lesbian?
My heart flutters and I silently tell it to calm the fuck down. He wants to swap music with me? That’s an irresistible move and I’m sure he knows it, too. What the hell is he playing at?
I jitter my way around the kitchen and bathroom and she tries to cut off my caffeine supply. A solid deathly glare fixes that.
Why am I not surprised she started her campaigns as a primary school child?
“I chose to work alone because I don’t want to start a gang or an empire. Instead, I collect information from places no one else can and sometimes… I take people out. Outside of Hannaford I’m known as the Wolf.”
I’d survive it. I survive everything like a damn cockroach.
Rory never returns to Hannaford Prep.
I’m sorry but these are not children I don’t give a fuck how much money they have.
Fuck me, I actually tear up a little and then I have to blink like crazy to stop myself from bawling my eyes out, which is so not me. This whole girl talk shit is messing with me. I’m the Wolf, dammit!
Sweet fucking lord. Avery has given him my number.
Is there a Wikihow on texting a hot, thankful rock star who is also your semi-reformed bully and tutoring pupil?
Ash and Harley have taken up texting me all day guessing what the present will be. Avery messaged me privately to laugh at them because she thinks they’re being so obvious. I’m too tired from studying to ask her what the hell she means by that.
I’m only five weeks ahead and I’m getting twitchy because of it.
“Aw, you’re the best. I also rank you in my top four. It’s a constantly revolving list, you guys should really take more care to battle it out for my affection.”
Yep, I’m that much of a badass criminal that I can’t even bank locally. Lucky fucking me.
I should really look him up. We do not need another Rory in our lives, especially so soon after we got rid of the last one.
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Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down. Alas, I like dick.
When the silence stretches out Avery huffs at me, “This is where you tell me to stop being so pathetic.” I sigh at her. “I can't. I’m even more pathetic than you when it comes to guys and I try my best not to be a hypocrite.”
Explain your boy troubles to me so we can compare.” Hell fucking no.
She winces and scrunches her nose up. “At some point we need to tell the guys about that you know.” Nope. No thank you. Why would they need to know?
