Page 82 of The Blairville Legacies

I pointed my camera at the parking lot, where a black sports car came to a full stop in the very first parking space next to the fat Jeeps. To be more precise, the driver slid his vehicle into the space so elegantly that he even parked straight.

What the...

Through the camera, it looked almost perfect and even though my knowledge as well as enthusiasm for cars was very much limited to just these photos, I held my breath and pulled the trigger.

Just intime, because shortly after all four doors went up and in the front two men in fancy suits got out.

The passenger, a handsome man in his mid-thirties with short brown hair and a neat three-day beard, looked around scrutinizingly. He radiated coolness but, at the same time, something elegant through his black three-piece suit.

The athletic-looking driver on the other side wore the same tailored suit, but this time with sunglasses. He took them off and put them in his chest pocket. He had to be in his late 30s, and somehow, with his dark blond hair and three-day beard, he reminded me of Chris Pine.

I took a photo. To my surprise, the men immediately turned his head toward me. Jerkily, I lowered the camera, but they were already looking somewhere else again.

Had they noticed that I had taken a picture? From that distance?Impossible.

“Oh my God!” I heard Grace murmur darkly beside me.

Her words made me look around. Of course. Absolutely everyone had stopped what they were doing a second ago and was now looking at the sports car. Even the topless guys under the biggest oak tree. They looked like they were facing a comet flying toward them.

I took a picture. Simply because I found it amusing.

“What aretheydoing here?” This time, it wasn’t one of us but the voice of that dark-haired Amber, who had apparently just shown up with the other goats and was now sitting down on a bench nearby.

Vivienna took off her white sunglasses, and her jaw dropped. “What the...”

I quickly looked back to the source of all the confusion, who was walking straight toward us. There were three young men who had apparently gotten out of the back of the sports car, each one prettier than the other, followed by the two older men who were looking around scrutinizingly as if someone had planned an attack on them.

The guys just seemed to like how they were the center of attention on campus. Evenmyattention they had stolen shamelessly.

One of the three young men had short platinum blond hair, which was slicked back. His mine was expressionless, his walking pace smooth.

Another of the three had dark brown hair, which reached his chin and balanced his handsome, angular face. He wore a white shirt, had thrown his suit jacket over his right shoulder andwas looking around, obviously self-satisfied. Although he was wearing sunglasses, I couldn’t help but notice how he turned his head to the speechless Copelands and a grin flitted across his lips.

There was something about the guy in the middle, wearing black chinos like all three guys, that made him hot as hell.

Not that they didn’t all look like they’d been flown straight here from a James Bond movie....

His black shirt was open at the first two buttons and tucked into his pants. The suit jacket sat as damn neat as his raven black hair.

The sight of him literally took my breath away. His very dark eyes, with his equally dark hair, contrasted sharply with his pale skin. If there was one thing he was, it was hot –forbiddenhot.

Our eyes met and I froze. I didn’t know whether to look away or hold his gaze. His intense, scrutinizing eyes took the decision away from me. I just couldn’t look away.

If this was his way of flirting, then he had invited me into his bedroom at that very moment.

The five of them walked past us, with the Chris Pine guy and then the rest staring in our direction again. Then they disappeared into the main building, and I sadly had to take my eyes off them....

“Who are they?” I immediately asked Grace, while whispers broke out around us. Grace’s whole face had lost color.

“The DeLoughreys...”

Bayla looked at Grace in confusion.

“Who are the DeLoughreys?” I asked.

It sounded like they were important.

“The downfall of this university,” Shockingly, it came from Vivienna next to us.