Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,68

with his heart or soul.

The only time I wrote that way… No. I refuse to think about Creed reading my essay aloud. I got him back, and I got him back good.

I take Tristan's essay, fold it up, and slip it into the front pocket of the hoodie. Then I take out two more essays from inside that giant pocket, one that's a reprint of the essay I originally turned in, and one that's a plausible but pretty terrible essay. I thought about writing Tristan an F-worthy paper, but I thought that might be too obvious. I even considered putting his name on Gena Whitley's plagiarized essay, but that's not my style either.

I slip the two new essays back into the pile, making sure I put them in the same spots that the others were before. The plagiarized essay with my name on it also goes in my pocket, and then I do the same for the tests. Only this time, since the names can be easily erased, all I do is put my name on Tristan's paper, and his on the one that was planted by Becky.

“One of the campus security guards just walked by,” Zack whispers. “This might be a good time to slip out.”

I double and triple check to make sure that we have everything we came with, and that everything is left exactly as is.

When I move to stand beside Zack, he glances over at me, his gaze still lust-darkened, his lips still swollen from our kisses.

He opens the door and we step outside, making sure it's locked before we close it. We head back to the chapel building; I disappear into my dorm and close the door quickly behind me while Zack pads off down the hallway.

We don't talk about what happened in Miss Peregrine’s office for a long, long time.

Next week, just before winter break, when grades are posted again, Tristan’s drops substantially and I am now clearly in the lead again.

Take that, asshole.

“Tristan is furious,” Creed says, as he drapes himself over the chair next to mine in preparation for our tutoring session. I glance over at him, but I have this rule about having personal or private conversations with the Idol guys. It's just a no-go at this point.

Still, I can't help myself from teasing him.

“Whatever for?” I ask innocently, using my academy-issued iPad to pull up the assignment that we’re supposed to be working on.

Creed laughs, and his laugh is just as lazy as everything else about him. Insouciant. Cavalier. Disregardful.

“Oh, don't act like such an innocent little lamb,” he purrs, leaning in toward me, his eyes half-lidded, a wry smile on his lips. We haven't talked about what happened on Halloween. I imagine we’re never going to. “We all knew what Tristan, Harper and Becky had planned. So who told you?” I ignore him and focus on the assignment. Not only am I helping him with his, but I also have to complete mine. “Was it Zayd?”

“Why don't you focus more on your work and less on what everybody else is doing? Maybe then you could stop being second-best to Tristan.” I make myself smile as Creed frowns. In the back of my mind, I’m still dreaming up ways to mess with Tristan Vanderbilt. All I did this time was avert disaster for myself. Knocking him back to the second place spot he would've been in anyway if he’d left my essay and test alone, is not enough.

I think my only option at this point is Lizzie. I’m going to have to give her a call after this.

Creed reaches over suddenly, grabbing the arms of my chair and turning me to face him. One of his knees goes between my legs, and his hands keep my wrists pinned to the armrests. He leans in so close that our cheeks almost touch.

“If we wanted to,” he starts, putting his mouth to my ear and giving it a little lick, “we could destroy you and have you begging for more within the span of a week. We could make your entire life a living hell, not just the one you have at the school.”

Since Creed’s knee is between my thighs, that puts my own knee up close and personal with his crotch. I knee him hard in the junk, and he releases me, rearing back like I've … well, just kicked him in the balls. His eyes narrow to slits.

“If that's the case, then why haven't you done it already?” He stares