Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,20

and watch your back. They’re gunning for you, Marnye, and it’s going to so much worse than last year.”

The most important items I packed in my duffel bag were cameras that I ordered online. They connect wirelessly to my phone, so I can watch the footage at any time. As I position them around my room, I feel a smirk working its way over my face. The best way to bring the Bluebloods down is to let them drown themselves. If they break into my room again, I’ll have proof.

As soon as that’s done, I get dressed in the crisp perfection of my academy uniform, put on some makeup, and fix my hair as best as I can. It doesn’t look as nice as it did at the salon, but it’s still edgy and pretty, just long to curl around my ears. Next, I collect my schedule, and head into the hall. I bump face to chest into Zack Brooks.

“What are you doing here?” I groan as I rub at my nose, looking up at him with a scowl. “We’re not exactly friends.”

“Only because you don’t want to be,” he says, eyes, face, and voice dark and unreadable as always. My attention goes straight to his mouth, remembering that one, fierce make-out session we had during our brief dating session, and the magical way his tongue traced my lower lip.

Shivers take over me, but I’m not interested in Zack or Creed or Tristan or Zayd. Not anymore. Screw them all. Zack’s sins might be older than the other boys’ transgressions, but honestly, they’re almost worse. He made me want to take my life, him and Lizzie. I exhale. The only reason she’s not on my list is because she doesn’t go to this school, and I have no way of getting back at her. Zack is on it because I always have a connection to him because of his friendship with my dad. But now, at least, I’ve got him right here in front of me.

“Please move,” I say, tucking my bookbag against my chest. Zack stares at me for a moment, and I can’t help but notice that scent of his, sporty and cool and well-rounded. It gives me butterflies and that just pisses me off, too. “Move.”

“You don’t have to be on my side, but I’m on yours,” he says, but I’m done listening, so I brush past him and continue on down the hall and around the corner.

At breakfast, I pull out my journal and start writing furiously. There are so many things I need to say with messy cursive between those lines. The girls are in The Mess, but the boys are nowhere to be seen. They watch me as I eat, voices muted, hatred muffled.

With the extra security provided by the school, we're all going to have to be careful. It's why I'm not making my move until Friday, at the first party the year.

The door to The Mess opens, and Zack walks in, pausing briefly, eyes landing on me before he makes his way over to his own table. A few minutes later, Miranda and Andrew appear, taking up seats across from me.

“What are you planning on doing?” Miranda whispers as she leans in to look at me, white-blond hair swinging forward and brushing across the table. The color reminds me of Creed yet again, but I don't let my thoughts go there, so I smile instead.

“Whatever do you mean?” I ask grinning sheepishly. I close the journal with a smack, making sure to take extra care to secure the lock and slide it into my bookbag. Andrew watches me the whole time, one brow raised.

“Well,” he begins looking from Miranda to me, “Miranda here thinks revenge is best served hot and steaming, but I think it's best served cold.” Andrew gives me a slow, easy smile, and I can see how I thought he was flirting with me those few times. He's a genuinely open person, naturally friendly and charismatic. I guess my gay-dar just doesn't work properly. “But you are planning on doing something to the Bluebloods, aren't you?” He leans his forearms on the table, and his smile gets a little bigger. “Let me in on it, please. They already kicked me out …” Andrew exhales, like he’s just remembered his own fate. When he looks back at me, it's with a slightly more serious expression. “I want to be a part of this.”

“You know we’re going to help you, whether

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