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“Your test says otherwise.” He sighs. “I’m going to have to report this to the headmaster, and like I said, you received a zero for this test. There’s also a possibility of an in-school suspension. That’ll be up to the headmaster. Future tests, you will have to take under my watch by sitting up here at my desk.”
“This is bull—”
He stops me with a finger to my face. “Watch what you say, Miss Hayes. I wouldn’t want to have to report to the headmaster about your language as well. You may see yourself out.” He dismisses me, and I can’t run fast enough out of that classroom.
I realize that by the time I get to my pre-calculus class, I’m late and I have no pass. This day is turning out to be a shit fucking day.
“Miss Hayes, you’re late,” Mr. Fellows calls out from his desk when I step over the threshold.
“Sorry. Mr. Patterson held me up to talk to me after class,” I say as I make my way over to my desk. I notice that Colton and Mason are not in their seats. Great, and now I won’t be able to get my creepy note back.
“Did you get a pass?” Mr. Fellows asks.
“Well, since I failed to hand you one, I’m guessing we can draw to the conclusion that I forgot to ask for one. I’m sure you can ask him when you see him in the teacher’s lounge. He’ll vouch for me.”
“Sit down and be quiet.”
I plop down in my seat and try to spend the rest of class paying attention. The only problem is that my mind is anywhere but that class. The guys, Chad, the test, the note, just everything is so fucked up.
Rubbing my forehead, I internally groan at everything I have going on and the stress that has got me wound so tight. I have no idea how I’m going to handle that test scandal. I know I didn’t cheat. Something else fucking happened there outside of my understanding. Chad is an asshole that needs to stay the fuck away from me. Then the three guys I should be running from, who I can’t get out of my mind.
Every touch, kiss, it was so intense. The sensations of having them surrounding me, bringing me pleasure, it was surreal. And that might have been the best orgasm of my entire fucking life. They may have ruined all future orgasms for me.
I clear my throat as quietly as I can and sit straighter in my chair. I need to stop thinking about them. It does nothing but work me up into a hormonal frenzy. My thoughts drift to the note.
How the hell did it get into my bag? It wasn’t in there on Friday, and it never left my room. I was home all weekend, and it sure as fuck didn’t leave my side when I was around Chad. Who the hell would leave something like that? Is it a sick joke? It has to be.
Class ends, and I stand up to gather my things.
“Miss Hayes,” Mr. Fellows calls.
I roll my eyes and walk towards the front. “Yeah?”
He hands me a slip. Detention. Great.
Today is turning out to be a horrible, terrible, and very fucking bad day.
I. Fucking. Hate. Mondays.
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DAXON
“You saidshe found this note where?” I turn to Mason, who left his history class and ran to find me.
He looks between me and Colt. “It was in her bag.”
“How do you know she isn’t fucking with us?” Colt asks, pulling the note from my hands.
Mase shakes his head and looks around before answering, “You didn’t see the look on her face. We’ve been trying to push her and scare her, but this,”—he points to the note—“made her look sick. This scared her.”
“Okay, so then who would do this? Because it wasn’t us. Bianca?” I start walking back to the dorms, and the guys follow.
Mason chuckles. “Bianca couldn’t find her way out of a paper bag, let alone origami.”
“Someone said she slapped Oliver in the dining hall today,” Colt adds with a smile.
“She’s a lot tougher than we give her credit for. Our normal tactics aren’t working. But this? This freaked her the fuck out.” Mason runs a hand through his hair.