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They did something.
I squirm in my seat and try not to rub my legs together. But I fail miserably, only causing there to be more burning, more itching, between my legs.
I start panting, my eyes darting around the room.
“What’s wrong, Spitfire? You seem to be a little squirmy,” Daxon says smoothly. I turn around, and his lips turn up.
“What did you do?” I turn around and glare at Daxon.
He throws his hands up and feigns innocence. “Me? I didn’t do anything.”
“What’s going on over there? This is a time to study, not a time to socialize!” the teacher at the front yells at us.
Daxon sighs. “We were, I apologize. It’s just, see our friend here, Phoenix, seems to be having an issue. I think her STD is flaring up from a recent encounter.”
My mouth drops open, and my cheeks heat up. I am doing everything I can not to haul off and deck him. For one thing, I don’t feel like getting in trouble. Second, he is basically made of stone, so I’d hurt myself more than him.
There are whispers around the room, and people start to chuckle at my recent development.
Those fuckers did something to my uniform.
I grab my bag and race out of the room. My entire body is on fire. I need to get back to my room and immediately in the shower to rinse off what I am now realizing is itching powder.
If they thought this would break me, theirjuvenileattempt to break me, they were fucking mistaken.
Try harder, assholes.
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MASON
I’m not goingto lie, school became way more interesting the moment Phoenix stepped on campus. And goddamn, she’s a sexy little siren. What I wouldn’t give to see her lips wrapped around my cock, those beautiful eyes staring up at me.
Fuck. And now my dick’s hard.
I need to pull a random into an open classroom and nut. Because if I don’t, I’ll be jerking it all night thinking of Red.
There’s something about her. Not sure if it’s her ‘not giving a fuck’ attitude, the fact that she doesn’t take shit from anyone, or maybe it’s the mystery that surrounds her, but I have this need to want to be near her. Even if it pisses her off. And I do enjoy pissing her off. The fire in her eyes, fuck, gets me hard as fucking steel.
She has been dealt a lot of shit the last couple days, and she acts like she doesn’t care. The itching powder? Fucking that was going to happen no matter what, but her freakout in the pool? That just adds a whole other level of fuckerism that we can torment her with.
She’s now known as a walking STD. Students taunting her in the halls, throwing condoms on her. I heard through the grapevine that someone put hazard tape up on her door and covered it with condoms. A big note that said something about her pussy being infected.
That’s the one thing about being in our position: What we say goes. We told the students to give her hell, and they have fully delivered. They are like our little minions. And some are cute enough to fuck.
“Where is our little spark?” I greet Colt at our table in the library. It’s Thursday, thank fucking God, finally the end of the week. We’re in the library for our morning study hall that we have every Tuesday and Thursday. Red is supposed to be here with us, but Tuesday she was MIA. She didn’t pop in until biology.
“I don’t think she’ll be coming to these study halls,” Colt says as he looks up from his iPad.
“What? Why? We made sure to mirror our classes.” I swipe the chair across from him at the round table that has always been saved for the kings. This library is massive and two stories high. This table’s the farthest from the librarians but allows us to see out into the study spaces and other tables scattered throughout.
The librarians sit up at the front near the entrance, and if you turn right when coming in, it takes you to the first area of books. Taking a left at the desk brings anyone here to the study area. There are study rooms upstairs and more books. But the nice thing about this library is that the second floor wraps around as a balcony, allowing the first floor study area to gather light from the atrium above us.
“I got word from Ms. Hodgens that she has a visitor on Tuesdays every week. On Thursdays, she just goes into the same office and spends her study time there.” Colt clears his throat and opens his mouth to continue, but Dax saunters over with Bianca hanging all over him. Behind them are Tiff and Jacklyn.
“Hey, Mase,” Tiff purrs as she comes over to me.
“Tiff.” I roll my eyes and focus back on Colt. “Do you want to tell him what you were telling me?”