Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,72
me, “I want your humiliation filmed, and you are going to be the one who posts it on YouTube from your own account.”
My nostrils flare, but I nod anyway, and reach out to take her hand. We shake on it, while Becky and Ileana exchange looks.
“Don't think you’re getting out of this bet,” Ileana sneers, and I'm surprised to see how well she fits into this pit of snakes. She might be a first year, but she's just as vicious as the other two Idols. “My father has a team of secret police, and I'm not afraid to use them.”
Her threat does not go unnoticed, but I ignore her as I rise to my feet, head off in search of Zack, and hope that the Idol guys turned down whatever ridiculous bet that he came up with. If they realize it’s a ruse, too bad. If the girls tell, Harper automatically loses.
“Oh by the way,” Harper calls out, and I turn around. She lifts her left hand and flashes me a massive rock on her ring finger. The ring that she's wearing, I bet its worth is in the millions. The necklace I wore tonight to piss Tristan off feels like a cheap trinket from Claire's in comparison. I manage to keep my expression calm, my face schooled, even though on the inside I feel like I might puke. “Tristan and I are engaged now. Thought you might want to know that.”
She, of course, waits until after I make the bet to throw out that bit of information. That sneaky, psycho bitch. But you know what? The best revenge of all is that I'm still not worried. If I want Tristan, I can fucking get him.
Without saying a word, I turn and walk away, a new plan hatching in my mind.
Not only is my bet with Harper part of my revenge plot, but for my father, I’d do anything. There’s more riding on all of this than just my damn pride.
The ski lodge is a mess of duffel bags, backpacks, and milling students. Everyone is dressed to suit the weather in beanies, scarves, ski pants, and boots. Miranda looks absolutely gorgeous in a head to toe lavender look, while I rock a pink outfit that she purchased for me as a surprise. I couldn't even begin to tell her how thankful I was; if she hadn’t gotten this for me, I would be wearing jeans and a hoodie.
Jessie and Andrew sip hot chocolate on the large couch while the staff check us in, and start handing out room assignments. Me, I'm too busy watching the double doors with the deer carved into them. Zack seems to realize that I'm waiting for someone, but he doesn't say anything, pulling his beanie low over his ears and watching me. The way his eyes follow me across the room makes my body ache and throb with the memory of our kiss and the hardness between his thighs.
I wonder what it would've felt like to reach down and cup it …
My cheeks flame, and I adjust my own pale pink beanie as Zayd’s howling laughter fills up the entire room with its soaring ceilings and wood beams. There's a fire crackling in the fireplace, the one that’s so big that five students could stand inside of it comfortably. It should be homey in here, but it's difficult to enjoy it with the Bluebloods around.
I sit down on an armchair while Miranda tells a story to Jessie and Andrew, gesturing so wildly with her hands that within a few minutes, she’s got a good dozen people listening and chuckling. Creed watches his twin like a man starved, desperate for her affection and still denied it. That's my continuing revenge on him. As long as he continues to be a dick, his mom and sister are on my side.
Tristan, on the other hand, is about to get a huge slap to the face.
I'm so busy watching that door and waiting, that I don't notice Zack is gone until he comes back, offering me up a cup of hot chocolate and a smile.
“Here,” he says as he hands it over to me, a dollop of whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on the top. I cover it with my hands, grateful for the warmth after being outside. It was a long walk from the parking lot to the lodge's front door. “Revenge requires sustenance after all.”
I grin at him as I take a sip, his huge body perched