The Envy of Idols (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #3) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,64

Windsor's flips.

Later, when most of the partygoers are drunk, I'm sitting with Zayd and Creed in one of the game rooms, playing a round of poker. The stakes this time are pretty small comparatively. Whichever guy wins gets to take me on a date next weekend (which makes me nervous as hell). But if I win, I get to take them both. Pretty sure that this is a win-win-win scenario for me, and I'm okay with that.

After a while, I start to notice that the room is emptying out.

That's what makes me nervous.

Once our game finishes—I win, boys, sorry—I head out into the main hall and find Harper screaming in Tristan's face.

"Where the fuck are my friends, you psycho?" she shouts, and someone turns the music down. Tristan simply stands there with his fingers in his pockets. Lizzie's on one side of him, and Windsor's on the other.

Creed and Zayd exchange a look.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask them, spinning around and feeling this strange tightness in my throat. Obviously, I want my revenge. I just don't want things to get as dark as they did on the lake.

"We have to make a stand to protect you," Zayd explains, voice soft. "But we don't want you to have to dig so deep. This is Club business, and you shouldn't have to get involved."

I turn back around as Zack unlocks the door on the opposite side of the entryway.

The Company stumbles out, cursing and shouting. Every single one of them was in there, other than Harper.

And … they're all bald.

Like totally and completely bald.

My mouth drops open and I clamp both hands over my mouth. Harper sees them all and shrieks one of her pterodactyl shrieks. That's before Tristan and Windsor grab her by the arms and push her down into one of the chairs. Lizzie steps up with a buzzer in hand while Harper screams.

Several of Harper's cronies rush forward to help, but Zayd, Creed, Zack, Myron, and even Andrew step in to hold them back. The Plebs are eating this drama up with a spoon, and I notice not a single one of them steps in to help or hurt the situation.

"Miranda," I whisper as she grabs my arm, eyes wide. She glances over at me, but I can see she knows about as well as I do what's going on here.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Harper screams as Lizzie buzzes her hair clean off her head. Sheets of shiny, beautiful extensions falling into her pleather-clad lap. "I'm going to send a hitman after your shared whore!"

I don't react to that. In the past, I might've cringed, or felt ashamed, or … something. Tonight, I … I'm not sure what I feel. I move up to stand in front of her, waiting as Lizzie finishes her gruesome chore and steps back, turning off the buzzer.

Harper's so mad that she's spitting.

If she hadn't tried to kill me—or wasn't threatening to kill me now—I might feel sorry for her. I'm a little pissed at the guys for not telling me their plan though.

We'll talk about it later.

Windsor and Tristan release Harper, and she stands up, touching her hands to her bristly head. There's pure fury in her eyes as she looks at me, and I can tell I've become the sole source and focus of her hatred.

Maybe because I'm an easy target?

"Do you have any idea of the mistake you've just made?" Harper sneers, so angry that she's shaking. Some of the Company boys look like they might start a fight with us, but then they look around and remember whose house they’re standing in and change their minds. "I hope your little whore is worth it," Harper says, looking from one of my boys to the other, "and don't think we don't know that you're all dating her."

"We never tried to hide that," Creed says, stepping forward in his watermelon costume. By all rights, he should look ridiculous, but with that little cutout that reveals his abs, his beautiful white-blond hair, and those ice-blue eyes of his, he's anything but. Actually, the look on his face is the same one he wore when he was fighting Derrick Barr, and when he was confronting Greg and John in the woods. This is his take no shit, fighting face. "In fact, we're all quite proud," he drawls as he moves over to stand beside me, curling an arm around my waist. "Because even if we're all dating her at