Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,69

like shit, Saint,” she purred. “What happened, did your house elf forget to iron your uniform today?”

My jaw locked tight as her insult hit the mark and I fought the urge to look down at the roughened state of my uniform following Blake’s attack. It needed fixing and she’d already figured out how much that must have bugged me. But I wasn’t going to let it show. I might have had a low level obsessive compulsive disorder, but that only made it easier for me to spot the weaknesses in others too.

“Actually, I set that fucker free a long time ago. The little asshole kept walking in on me when I was jerking off,” I replied coldly.

Her eyebrows arched but before she could come back at me with some pretty insult, Kyan lifted the desk in question off of the floor and heaved it over his shoulder. He snagged the chair in his other hand and Tatum’s full lips popped open as he carried the whole lot straight towards the front of the class at a casual pace.

“Please be careful with the furniture, Mr Roscoe,” Miss Pontus warned in a high pitched voice which the entire class ignored.

“The Unspeakables sit in the front row,” Kyan said casually as he walked past the very row he was talking about. “But, you-” He slammed the desk down on its feet so close to Pontus’s desk that it must have been touching it. “Can sit in front of them.”

I allowed myself a smile at that. Sometimes I wanted to kill Kyan for his lamentable choice of clothes and lack of decorum. I mean, honestly, what was with the fucking boots? But when he did shit like this, it was easy to remember I loved that fucker like he was my own brother. This was perfection and he knew it. I could tell by that smirk he hid beneath his thumb as he rubbed at the corner of his mouth.

My Barbie doll was still standing beside me, lips pursed with rage as she glared at Kyan.

I couldn’t wait to earn some more of those hate filled looks for myself soon. And if I got my way, it really would be soon. Who was I kidding? I always got my way.

She tossed her long hair and stalked away, acting like social ostracism meant less than fuck all to her. And maybe it did. If her daddy was fucked up enough to release that virus into the world then who knew how depraved his golden girl was? And if I was honest, I was hoping she was pretty damn depraved.

She fell into the seat at the front of the class, refusing to look at Kyan as he leaned over her desk, dominating it until she was forced to acknowledge him.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” he asked her, his voice dangerously low.

“Thank you?” she asked, her upper lip peeling back. “Well I suppose that from here I have a good chance of hearing everything the teacher has to say…and as a bonus, I don’t have to suffer through the choking stench of your aftershave.”

“Do I look like I wear aftershave, baby?” Kyan teased. “This godly smell is all natural.”

“Perhaps you should take a bath then?” she hissed.

Kyan’s hands landed flat on her desk and he leaned right forward into her personal space.

“Wrong answer, baby,” he growled, the threat in his tone enough to make several of the other class members cower down in their seats.

Not Tatum though. As Kyan stalked back towards us, she only straightened her spine further, refusing to bow to the pressure of our gazes on her back.

“She needs to feel the pain her father has given me,” Blake growled, speaking the first words he’d uttered since she’d walked into the room.

“She will,” I promised, my gaze fixed on her unruly blonde hair as I pictured fisting it in my fingers, knotting it up and making her scream for me.

“How?” he demanded as Miss Pontus finally started the class and the other students began to murmur about Macbeth as she set today’s work.

“Is she going to become one of the Unspeakables?” he asked, pressing for answers as Kyan leaned closer to listen in too.

‘I’ve been thinking about that,” I said, deciding to reveal my plan to them. Every moment I spent in her company only confirmed that my infatuation with her still wasn’t waning. I needed an outlet for that desire. One that I could use again and again and again until I’d