Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,208

the footballers followed after her, clearly intent on relieving her of them and I snorted a laugh.

“And so, the great toilet paper wars began,” I joked.

Punch scrambled back towards us as the flames billowed higher, looking equally horrified and thrilled as he glanced at me expectantly.

“Nice work, Toby,” I conceded.

“Now go catch that runaway Unspeakable and teach her a lesson in respect for us,” Saint added.

Punch’s face dropped as Saint set him on his former friend and the other Unspeakables glared at him like he was a traitor. The footballers would still see him as lesser than them too for at least a while, so it looked like he was fresh out of friends even if he was back off of the shit heap. Life’s a bitch and all that.

The fire alarm blared out above our heads and Kyan instantly swung his new baseball bat at it, shattering the thing and buying the fire some more time to run free. Hopefully it wouldn’t spread too far before the sprinklers kicked in. Toby really might get expelled if he burned down Aspen Halls. But oh well, that was his problem really. Should have thought about that before he used the lighter.

The crowd parted for us as we headed down the corridor back to the main doors. We needed to hurry if we were going to intercept Tatum and retrieve our watches before Monroe realised we’d cheated our way out of detention.

We stepped out into the dark, laughing as the light of the flames showed through Brown’s window and lit up the old, red Ford Mustang which was parked outside it. It was some great classic that had been donated to the school by some rich asshole who used to go here and seemed to think it would look good parked up by the gates forevermore. I didn’t really get it, but the school board had obviously decided to keep it.

As I looked beyond the flames, movement caught my eye again and I fell still as I spotted some douchebag in a plaid shirt pushing his way through the gate which was unlocked for some unknown reason.

“Hey!” I yelled, pointing him out and drawing the others’ attention to him.

Another guy was running up the drive towards us too and beyond them I spotted the guard on duty laying still on the gravel.

“Just give us your food and toilet paper and we’ll be gone!” the asshole yelled back.

“Fuck that,” Kyan snarled, swinging his baseball bat as he took a step closer.

“There’s more of them heading into campus!” Mila shrieked behind us and I turned to see that she was right. These assholes must have been the tail end of their crew and at least twenty more fuckers were already racing away from us.

“You’ll get the fuck out of here if you know what’s good for you,” Saint growled, striding forward just as the dickhead leapt through the gate in front of him.

“I’m not fooling around kid, go hide somewhere until we’re done here,” he snarled. “I’ve got a church full of food to clear out.”

“What do you mean a church full?” I demanded but the guy was clearly done talking, he lunged at Saint but before he could get close to him, Kyan swung the baseball bat as hard as he could.

There was a sickening crunch and blood splattered over my shit a second before the asshole fell to the ground, shrieking in pain as he clutched his shattered elbow.

“Fuck me, I can see bone,” Saint said like he was commenting on the weather and a bark of laughter escaped me. It was either that or puke and this fucker had deserved that shit.

His friend stumbled back on the far side of the gate, raising his hands in surrender as he backed off.

“Wait!” Saint barked, marching forward and pointing at the screaming guy on the ground. “Take your trash with you. And if you even think about coming back here, the next swing of that bat will be aimed at your skull.”

“Okay!” the guy gasped, darting forward to drag his friend away from us as he continued to howl with pain.

My pulse pounded as I looked around and realised how far ahead the rest of those fuckers had gotten. They’d said that they were heading for a church and there was only one of those on campus. But how the fuck did they know about the food we’d stashed there?

“Danny!” I snapped, pointing at the footballer as he stood staring at us in