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Fuck these people. Fuck these fake ass people.
As students pour out into the hallway, I walk as fast as I can, trying to get away from Mason and Colton. Last thing I need is to be anywhere near them.
Holding on to my injured wrist, I plow my way through the throngs of students, dodging bodies in my way. I turn my head back to see what distance I have put between me and the pricks of Darkwood, and I don’t see them. Smiling, I turn my head back forward just in time to see myself hit a solid body, knocking me on my ass. My hands go down on instinct to try and break the fall, only to cause a shooting pain in my injured left wrist.
“Ow! Motherfucker!” I immediately roll to my right and sit up, clutching my wrist. The throbbing pain shoots through me, and I think I made it worse. At this rate, I’ll end up in the emergency room by lunch.
I look up at the brick wall I just hit and see yet another king standing before me. Students have halted their trek to class, standing there and watching. Waiting to see what happens between me and their precious king. Daxon. I stand up and grab my bag up off the ground with my good hand.
He narrows his emerald-green eyes at me, his lips forming a thin line. His hand runs through his dark black hair. I don’t cower under his stare; fuck the kings. “Do you normally just imitate a fucking wall in the middle of the hallway?”
“You should watch where you’re going,” Daxon says calmly.
“Or, and I know this will be an odd concept for you, maybe you could just move out of someone’s way. I know you’re used to having the commoners just part for you upon your arrival,” I retort snidely. I hear gasps in the hall around me, students not believing what they’re hearing.
“Well, aren’t you just a little spitfire?” He tilts his head to the side and keeps his eyes on mine, not wavering one bit.
“No, just highly annoyed that one of your retched queens tripped me and your guard dogs have been a pain in my ass already on my first day, and it’s not even ten-o-clock yet. Oh, and yes, I’m fully aware of the royalty that are the kings and the bitchy court jesters, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck. Tell your friends to find someone else to annoy.”
The corners of his mouth tilts up in an evil smile. He says nothing; he just bores holes through me. After what seems like an eternity, he walks around me, never looking back.
So much for keeping my head down. I have a feeling I just put a target on my back.
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DAXON
I swearI got a little hard listening to that little spitfire just go off on me in the hallway this morning.
Phoenix Hayes.
If I didn’t need to destroy her and run her out of this school, I would’ve pulled her into a vacant classroom, bent her over a desk, and fucked her into next week. Fuck.
Such a shame she won’t be here much longer. It would have made my senior year a lot better to fuck with her the entire year. And actually fuck her. I bet she has a tight pussy. Damnit, I really want to fuck her now.
But she needs to go.
Though, I’ll be honest, I have no idea why my father is hell bent on getting her kicked out of here. He’s on the board for Darkwood; he could have denied the scholarship. Of course, I can’t ask either. And I couldn’t care. Whatever. I’ll get her out of here and then move on with my life.
As I walk back to the dorms, my phone rings. Pulling it out of my pocket, my dad’s name flashes across the screen.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?” I roll my eyes as I greet my father.
Gregory Emerson is a man who takes no pleasure in being a father. From early on in my life, I can remember him always focused on the company more so than my mom and me. In fact, I can remember many times where he referred to his company as the only family he needed. Emerson Industries is his blood, sweat, and tears. His life source.
Emerson Industries creates and manufactures weapons. He handles defense and government contracts that bring in more money than my family knows what to do with. That’s important to him. Money is his everything. I’m just a means to continue on with it all.
The man spends all hours on the docks, in the office, and traveling. He meets with politicians and celebrities, wheels and deals when it comes to defense and weapons. He is always researching new weaponry and putting it in front of our military and government.
Our family is very close with Mason’s, and I’m sure it’s to help make sure we can operate more ‘efficiently’, or do things under the radar. Having someone on the inside can only help my father. With Colton’s family in the security technology sector, our families are powerful.
To him, I’m nothing more than an heir. A position he has been grooming me for since as far back as I can remember. He would take me to meetings and make me meet powerful people. And I hated every minute of it.
“Did you find our situation?” my father growls into the phone.
“Yep.” I let out a sigh. This just feels like such a waste of time. “Can I please ask why it is that we get her removed from here?”
“Not important.”