Page 20 of Filthy Little Pretties

“What’s your next class?”

Liam furrows his brows, glaring at me. “Dude. What’s the rush?”

I shrug indifferently to his attitude. “You want her to be late for another class? She still needs the rest of her books.”

Donovan clears her throat, holding up her schedule. “Looks like I have AP Chem next.”

“Sucks…I have Calc. Catch up later?” Liam urges, plucking her shirt at her stomach. “At lunch? Promise, Van.”

“Yes, absolutely.”

She gives a small wave as he takes a few steps backward before he turns around and yells, “Try not to be a dick, Grey. Remember, role model.”

I start to answer when she pipes up loudly, “It’s okay. He can’t help himself.”

Liam turns around, laughing loudly, “Just like I remember. You’re a boss, Van.”

She joins in with him, her raspy voice filling my ears as she pats my chest. I shake my head and put my hand on Donovan’s lower back, pushing her in the direction we need to walk. “Let’s go, funny girl.”

We maneuver through the hall, people naturally parting and making way as we walk. The number of eyes on us and quiet conversations is laughable, but Donovan’s oblivious. Thankfully so, because we’re blowing minds right now.

At this school, I’m as untouchable as they come. So is Liam. Nobody speaks unless spoken to, let alone shows enough bravery to agree with Liam that I’m a dick. And what I’m doing right now? Never happens. Shit, I barely speak to girls when I fuck them, let alone hold their hand and carry their bag to class.

Whether Donovan wants it or not, she’s gained infamy in her first hour here at Hillcrest. People are going to have a field day. Girls will be out for blood. But I have no doubt she can handle herself. She always could.

And if she can’t, then the consequence of my attention is the least of her worries at a place like Hillcrest. These people sniff out weakness to pick off and eat alive. My eyes shift to her face, taking her in again. Nothing about her screams fragile; then again, I don’t know much about her anymore.

Are you still my girl, Donovan?

Her promise to Liam pops into my mind, grating on my nerves as my feet slow to a stop in front of her next class. She starts to walk inside, but I scrunch the back of her blazer, tugging her backward.

“Umm. A ‘hold on’ would do,” she laughs, twisting to face me.

I let her go and hand her bag over. “How come you’ll catch up with Liam, but I have to hold all my questions?”

Donovan pulls back a bit and looks at me with curiosity on her brow. “Jealous?”

“Yeah. Very.” Her mouth opens, but I shake my head, not finished. “At lunch, you spill those pretty little guts, to both of us. Your next class is across the hall. I’ll meet you right here.”

Her lips curl into a devilish smirk before she smooths the lapels of my jacket down. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with jealousy, Grey. You never really had a chance. He’s just so much prettier than you, and there’s the whole ‘more than one thing going for him’. You know, not just the sole benefit.”

My hand shoots out, blocking her from entering the room.

“How the hell would you know about his ‘benefit’?”

Those damn lashes bat up at me before she ducks under my arm and answers over her shoulder, “We played a lot of ‘house’ growing up.”

“You’re something else. I can’t decide if I want to have you kicked out of this school, so I don’t have to share you, or let you stay so that I can watch all the fucking trouble you’re going to cause.”

She turns back to me with a mock offense as I fill the doorway.

“Watch it, or I’ll tell everyone you peed the bed when we were little.”

“That never happened.”

“Yes, but they don’t know that.” She winks, motioning to the room.

Goddamn. I like everything about Donovan—even her fucking threats. I lean my shoulder against the doorjamb, watching her walk to her seat. Still undecided. Nah, she stays. No way do I get her back as delicious as she’s turned out, only to lose out on seeing her daily.