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Me: Lose my number, asshole.
Mason: Come on, I’m just checking on you.
Me: How in the world did you get this?
Mason: School Directory
What the fuck is that?
Me: I’m fine. Go away.
Mason: Aw, you wound me. Here I am just trying to care for you.
Me: I don’t need it.
I toss my phone in my pocket. I feel it go off, but I ignore it. I need to get to my next class. Business class. Yeah, nothing fun. In rich people land, they make you take a business class so you can take over Mommy and Daddy’s company.
It’s then that I remember who is in that class. Daxon Emerson. And I’m not going to lie, he’s not hard on the eyes. He’s way more muscular than the other two. He’s so incredibly hot, not that I would ever tell him that. I mean, if I’m being honest, all the kings are.
And if I’m really being honest, I don’t hate it that I’m partners with Mason. I mean, he smells amazing, the way his shirt clings to him, and having his ocean blue eyes stare at me is not something I would say sucks.He is just a man whore. And he’s a king, which by default I want nothing to do with.
Colton is the leaner of the three. I actually liked him, until I ran into him in the hallway. I thought he was the nice one, and then he opened his mouth. But his hazel eyes watch every move I make. It’s like he’s engraining my movements to memory.
The three of them have somehow popped into every aspect of my life in under a week of me being here. I’m hoping the fascination with me will go away once something else shiny pops up.
I head out of the bathroom and find that the halls are littered with students milling about. I push through them and head to the section of the building where my business class is.
As I am walking along the hallway, I’m suddenly pushed from behind, and the force causes me to fall forward. Yet again, I use my bad wrist to try and stop the fall. I grunt at the pain and then my ears pick up the laughter around me. I push up onto my knees and turn around behind me to see the three queens standing with smiles on their faces.
“You should really learn how to walk, slut.” Bianca glares at me, her mouth curling up on one side.
“Yeah, well, take your own advice. You should really learn new insults. Also, if you ever push or touch me again, I’ll make it so you can’t show your face for two weeks. And that could really impact your cheer abilities. And your dick sucking abilities. Though, if I knocked your teeth out, you actually might be better at it. Less teeth scrapings, if you know what I mean.” I stand up and gather my things. My wrist is throbbing now.
Bianca opens her mouth to come back with something but is stopped when a voice booms over everyone. “Get to class. Nothing to see.” I see Dax strolling up from my peripheral. He stares at me with disgust in his eyes. He looks around and sees people are still standing there watching. “Get the fuck to class.” People start walking away, taking off to where they were originally headed to.
“Hey, Daxy, baby,” Bianca purrs as he walks over to stand next to her.
I stare at him, not even sure what is going on or why he is looking at me like he wants to chew me up and spit me out.
“What’s going on, sweetheart?” Dax says in a sickly-sweet voice. He leans in and gives Bianca a peck on the cheek.
“Well, the trash tripped and fell, causing us to now be late to where we need to be. I’m hoping I don’t catch any STDs from her. She touched me,” she says with a pout.
“Is that so?” His eyes meet mine, and I can feel the hatred rolling off him.
“Wow, so we like to tell little white lies?” I stare at Bianca.
She turns to her friends. “I’m not lying. Am I, girls?”
“No,” the other two say in unison. Fuck them.
“Whatever.” I stand up and smooth out my skirt, wincing once the pain hits again from my wrist.
“Watch yourself, Spitfire,” Dax seethes.
“Fuck off, King,” I spit back. Before I have a chance to turn around, I’m shoved up against the wall behind me, his hand wrapped around my throat. It’s not cutting off my ability to breathe, but I take it for what it is, a threat.
“You don’t belong here. So why don’t you do us all a favor and pack your garbage bags and head back to your drug infested city and be the whore you were aiming to be? Spread those legs for the next disgusting lay, until the day you end it all,” he growls in my ear.