The Envy of Idols (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #3) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,107

stew’s done, Windsor and I sit outside with Charlie, and I very casually suggest that the prince stay the rest of the week with us, so we can all go fishing together, and maybe try another round of bowling. Wind says he likes a challenge, right? My dad is boss when it comes to bowling.

Oddly enough, Charlie agrees (although the open door rule still applies), and Wind blends so seamlessly into our little family, that I almost forget I have four other boyfriends waiting for me back at Burberry Prep.

Almost.

Creed and I are sitting in the gazebo in the rear courtyard. He’s studying like crazy, and I’m looking at my revenge list and crossing names off. I’m here in case he needs me, but he’s been trying so much harder lately that I don’t think he’s going to have a problem pulling all As and Bs in his classes.

I am going to whoop your ass, Tristan Vanderbilt, I think as I stare at the names on the notebook paper I stole back from him.

Revenge On The Bluebloods of Burberry Prep

A list by Marnye Reed

The Harpies The Girls: Harper du Pont, Becky Platter, and Ileana Taittinger

The Company Their Cronies: Anna Kirkpatrick, Ebony Peterson, Gregory Van Horn, Abigail Fanning, John Hannibal, Valentina Pitt, Sai Patel, Mayleen Zhang, Jalen Donner, Kiara Xiao, and Ben Thresher

The Plebs

After a moment of careful consideration, I decide to finally cross Plebs off my list. First off, we’ve completely taken over the school and I’m now being worshipped as an Idol. If that doesn’t count as revenge, I don’t know what does. Second, forgiveness is the focus of my journey right now, and I can’t possibly locate all the idiots who dumped condoms on my doorstep or spray-painted insults on my door.

So, I cross that off, and it feels freeing as hell.

I’m also glad to see Greg and John bite the dust. They are gone from Burberry Prep—permanently. And the nude photos that got circulated included both girls and boys from their own group. Talk about a double whammy.

Still, there are a lot of names on that list, and even though they’ve gotten their fair share of just desserts, I’m not crossing them off until they’re either gone, or I no longer perceive them to be a threat.

Harper and Co. is most definitely still a threat.

“Done,” Creed says, pushing his tablet toward me, so I can check his answers.

Every single one is right, and I look up with a grin. He gives me a lazy housecat smile in response, and before I even know what’s-what, I’m in his lap and kissing him like my life depends on it. I’d like to do this every day, please and thank you.

“Hey,” Zayd says, panting as he runs up to us, leaning over and putting his hands on his knees for a moment, so he can catch his breath. He turns his green gaze up to look at the two of us, and a flicker of jealousy shadows his eyes for a moment before he blinks it away. “Thought you guys might want to see some action going down in the front courtyard.”

“What’s happening?” I ask, and Zayd grins and winks.

“Remember what I said about Myron? Well, Tristan sent him sniffing for trouble, and he found some.”

Creed and I exchange a look, and then we’re both standing up and following Zayd into the chapel building, down the hall, and out the front doors toward the courtyard. There’s no crowd when we get there, just a couple of girls and a boy in plainclothes, a pair of drivers loading up their suitcases. It’s not until I get a little bit closer that I recognize the three of them: Anna Kirkpatrick, Ebony Peterson, and Sai Patel.

Tristan is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, Lizzie beside him (why?!), and Myron on her other side. They all glance over at me as I step up to stand next to Tristan.

“What’s going on?” I ask, my list clutched in hand. No way was I leaving it there for any random Pleb—or more importantly, Harper—to find. Sure, it doesn’t exactly say anything damning, but I still don’t want it to end up in the wrong hands.

“Busted for buying paying others to do their coursework for them,” Myron answers, and I think maybe that’s the first time he’s ever spoken directly to me. “They’re being expelled. Apparently it’s been going on since first year.” He smirks, and I see a darkness in his face that