Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,93
it also says: Garters may not be visible at any time, not even when the arms are raised, but that doesn’t stop us all from rolling the waistbands of our skirts.
“I have my reasons for trying to get close to them again,” I murmur, but clearly I’m being cryptic as hell, and Miranda sighs.
“So I figured. Just … be careful, okay? Your revenge thing is fine, but don’t let it take away your natural sweetness.” She leans over to brush loose hair from my forehead, and smiles.
“I am not naturally sweet,” I reply with a roll of my eyes, and she laughs.
“Are you kidding? You’re so sweet you’re practically syrup.” Miranda pauses suddenly and glances away, biting her lower lip. I raise my brows because I can tell something important is about to come up. “Hey Marnye …”
“Yes?” I start, grabbing her abandoned yaoi manga and opening it to a random page. There’s a full page drawing of two guys on a bed, and I think … Oh. Based on the next panel, I don’t have to think about what they’re doing: I know. My cheeks turn pink as I keep flipping through.
“Jessie and I broke up.” She blurts this out in a rush and then peers up at me from under blonde brows. I’ve stacked two bean bags on top of each other to make a chair, raising myself up several inches above her. Better to be here than back in my room, all alone. For the last week and a half, I’ve begged Miranda to stay with me because I can’t bear the silence. As soon as I lay down and the light on my bedside table clicks off, I start remembering the water filling my lungs.
“Wait, this isn’t because of me, is it?” I ask, and Miranda flushes even brighter than I am after looking at the yaoi drawings. Damn. Now I feel like complete crap. I knew I shouldn’t have asked her so many times to sleep over.
“You needed me: you suffered a trauma,” she starts, and then she glances away sharply and exhales, her gaze fixated so purposefully on a copy of a book about sea turtles that I know her mind is a million miles away. When she glances back, I see she’s about to say something important, but gets interrupted by Creed.
“Boys’ love?” he asks, appearing out of nowhere and sweeping the manga from my hands before I can stop him. “How gauche. I’ve told Miranda not to waste her time reading these things: it’s basically porn in the shape of a comic book.”
“How about you get fucked?” Miranda snaps at her twin, and I raise my eyebrows. “If Marnye cared what you thought, she’d ask.” Creed narrows his ice-blue eyes at her, and they have an epic stare down that only a pair of twins could accomplish. Flames practically crackle in the air between them.
It doesn’t bother me though because Creed’s one and only admirable trait is the protective brother thing. He’d kill for his sister; I know he would.
“I’m going to excuse myself,” I murmur, standing up and slipping away.
I end up bumping—quite literally—into Zack in the next aisle. He actually looks surprised to see me, a book of poems open in one hand, his academy-issued tablet on the table next to him. Aww, he’s actually studying. Zack is by no means the top of the class, but since the school year started he’s worked his way up from the bottom twenty percent to the top fifty. Huge improvement.
“Do you need any help?” I ask, peeping at the cover to see what he’s looking at. “Ah, Emily Dickinson. Did you know many of her poems are still under ? She’s a classic, a legend, and she’s long-dead. Do you want to know how messed up law has actually become? It used to be a tool of the people, and now it’s used against the people by corpor—”
Zack puts a finger on my lips to shush my rambling, and then leans down suddenly, replacing his hand with his mouth.
The book of poems falls to the ground between us, and I’m soon standing with my back against a wall of literature while Zack explores my mouth with his tongue. His big arms sweep around me, filling me with this sense of protection and safety. When did that happen? When did I go from hating Zack to … liking him?
We break apart with a small gasp, his dark eyes locked on mine, burning