Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,69
back at me and says nothing, does nothing. “I know your personal reasons, but what about Tristan? What about Zayd?” I stand up from the table, shoving my supplies into my bookbag and turning a full-force glare on Creed. “Here's some dirt to deliver back to the King.” Creed’s face twists in disgust at the word. “Tell him that I'm nowhere near done with him. If he wants to mess with the bull, he's going to get the horns.” I lift my chin up, spinning in a swirl of skirts, and take off through the quiet darkness of the library.
Creed doesn't bother to follow or call after me. But that place where he licked my ear … it still burns.
There's a party the Thursday before winter formal, and the day before the second year’s leave for their ski trip. The only reason I know about it is because the Idols paid one of the Plebs to use their off-campus privileges to go and buy them new dresses. The girl, that very same Clarissa that badmouthed me and was banned from the swim team by Zayd last year, is the one talking about it in the hall as I walk by.
After classes let out for the day, I dress up, head over to Zack's room, and pray that he is not shirtless and wearing shorts again before I knock.
When he answers, he’s still dressed in his academy uniform, and he raises his brows at the pink jumpsuit and heels I’ve got on.
“You look nice,” he says, and the way the word nice comes out of his mouth … I know he means a whole hell of a lot more than just that. My cheeks flush, but I manage to hold his gaze without stuttering.
“Thanks. I'm on a mission tonight. Would you mind accompanying me?” Zack looks pretty shocked, but I know I can't go to an Infinity Club party without an Infinity Club member. I thought about asking Andrew, but despite Creed’s warnings, Greg and John are stalking him in the hallways, trying to find him alone in a dark corner, if you know what I mean. Last time it happened, it was a Saturday night, and Andrew videoed the entire encounter. He just barely managed to make it back to his dorm in time. So I don't want to put Andrew in danger, and the only Infinity Club member I know that I don't have an ongoing feud with is Zack.
“Where are we going?”
I smile, and with my left hand, I play with the necklace hanging around my throat.
“To the Infinity Club party.”
Zack's smile falls away, but mine stays right where it is.
This time, the Idols have commandeered the use of the amphitheater, the same one that I was beat up in, doused with paint, and humiliated beyond belief.
Does not feel like a coincidence to me.
Zack leads the way, dressed casually in jeans, sneakers, and an old football hoodie from his last school. He peels down his waistband and shows his infinity tattoo to the guy at the door before we head inside. The last few Club parties I’ve been to didn't seem this official. They must be amping up security.
“You could've taken him,” I whisper, smiling, “even though he is a fourth year, and I'm pretty sure he's on the varsity team based on the way he glared at you.”
Zack gives me a little grin and shrugs his massive shoulders.
“Yeah, he's on the team, so by default he hates my guts.” His mouth twitches a little. “But yeah, you're right: I could've taken him. Thing is, I'm guessing you have some special shit to stir up tonight. I didn't want to steal all of your thunder.” Zack keeps my arm tucked in his as we weave through rows of seats filled with students making out, drinking, or playing cards. On the stage at the front of the room, that very same stage I sat on with my harp, the Bluebloods are situated around tables covered in what look like … knuckle bones? Gross.
“You remember the plan right?” I ask Zack, as I feel all of those judging eyes swing over to me. He nods briefly, and we make our way up the steps towards the table where Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are sitting with Becky, Harper, and Ileana.
Tristan sneers at me, and tosses the bones on the table. I mean, he can't exactly complain about what I did to him considering it was a lot less bad than what