Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,29

grab the fancy scissors I bought from the salon, and then reach up and chop a huge hunk of her hair off at the scalp.

She screams and stumbles back toward the edge of the pool. It doesn’t take much for me to reach over and push her in.

Miranda and Jessie appear just as the splash dissipates and Becky comes gasping to the surface, hauling herself over the edge. Zayd helps her up, but then just leaves her lying soggy and wet on the pavement as he turns to me. The edge of my lip quirks up in a half-smile, and I shrug one shoulder.

“I give as good as I get,” I say, just as Tristan, Harper, Creed, and Ileana appear in the doorway. I wonder if she’s going to be the next female Idol, taking Gena Whitley’s place. At this point, I really don’t care. I chuck the scissors in the pool, reach into my bra, and grab Andrew’s keys. “Guys, you ready to go?”

Miranda makes a tiny squeaking sound and nods, grabbing Jessie by the arm and dragging her towards the Lambo. Andrew follows, and Zack pauses beside me, watching as I take in the Idols and their gaping faces. Even Tristan is wide-eyed, his face stricken. Actually, Creed seems the calmest. He turns to look at me, much like his sister did, like he’s never seen me before.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” he asks, sounding as bored as he ever does. I meet his blue gaze, and ignore the little thrill that travels through me. I chalk it up to adrenaline. I’m practically dripping with it right now. “We report you and you’re done. Permanently.”

“Right,” I say, pulling my journal out and cracking the lock. As the party filters outside and the music stops, I scribble some things down inside before looking back up again. “Tell the administration how I somehow single-handedly got these three cars that you’re not supposed to have, in the pool of a house we’re not supposed to be at, surrounded by alcohol we’re not supposed to be drinking, and see if that does the trick. Maybe I’ll be expelled, maybe not. How satisfying would that win be for you?”

Several students lift up their phones and start recording, so I stop talking. I won’t say anything else. I don’t need to: Creed’s face tells me everything I need to know. His shoulders stiffen, his jaw tightens, and his heavy-lidded eyes narrow to slits.

Without waiting another beat, I turn and head back to Andrew’s car with Zack on my heels. Just before I climb in, I look at him, standing so close I can feel the heat of his body. He smells like citrus and musk, and my heart skips a few beats. I look up into his dark gaze.

“Thank you, but … this doesn’t change anything.” He digs his hands into his pockets and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know. It’s fine.” He nods; I nod.

And then I climb in the Lamborghini and drive away.

When I get back to the academy, I change my clothes, wash the makeup from my face and the hairspray from my hair, and then I report the Bluebloods for drinking.

Oh, and their breathalyzers … don’t exactly zero out.

My mind is focused on one thing above all else: college. That’s why I’m here, suffering through this nightmare of a school. Burberry Prep will give me the best possible future, the greatest chance at a good life. So I’ve upped my game, and by the end of the second week, I’ve added a second language (Spanish) to my class roster, and tacked on a few extracurricular activities. I’m now part of the academy’s book club, history club, and the model UN. The one place I am lacking in, however, is in sports.

Today, I’m going to make up for that.

Cheerleading tryouts are taking place in a special gymnasium once used to house the academy’s gymnastics team. Since moving toward more academically focused endeavors, the school retired their gymnastics program and left the building more or less abandoned for close to a decade. This year, with the addition of Zack to the varsity football team, Burberry Prep is looking to dip its toes in the proverbial waters of sports.

This includes revamping the cheerleading team.

It’s no longer going to be used as a sideline sport for football or basketball, but instead as a competition team, something to earn merits in its own right. For the first few football games of the season,