her on the table, leans over, and snaps, “You think you’re gonna get away with all the shit you’ve pulled since we came here, you’re wrong.”
Harrison purses his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leans forward. “Please, do tell; what is it we’ve done that has ruffled your feathers, Katherine Falcon?”
“You pretentious, condescending, entitled, little, tight-wearing bitch!” she yells.
Holy shit, I think as I step to her side.
“What the hell did you assholes do now?” I snap at all of them.
“Wasn’t Saturday night enough?” Kiki snaps at me, and I watch as three of the four pricks present lean back and cross their arms in sync, as if they choreographed it.
“No big thing, Kiki. No big thing at all.”
All of them begin pulling their phones out of their pockets and look at their screens.
When they all try not to laugh, Kiki reaches across the table and slaps the phone out of Kai’s hand. It goes flying across the table.
“You crazy bitch!” Kai starts to stand, but I reach across and shove him two-handed, so he’s forced to sit down.
“You think she’s crazy? Try me,” I spit.
Brisa steps beside me. “Try all of us.”
Miles holds his phone up, screen toward me, grip visibly firmer than the others. “You sure about that? Not sure I’m your type. Apparently, you’re all into each other.”
I watch as a montage of pictures and videos, including me on Patrick’s back the other night, to Justice sleeping in my bed, from outside my fucking bedroom window, and farm animals fucking, play on the screen while text rolls across them.
Kissing Cousins. Brotherly Love. Incest is Best.
“You’ve crossed so many lines. So. Fucking. Many.” I point a finger in their faces. “You’re done now.” I turn around and scan the room. “You’re all done now.”
I see Nina giggling. “What’s so funny, bitch? You and half the hoes in this place have swallowed our DNA, so you know this is bullshit.”
“Slander, actually,” Kiki adds then turns around. “Lawyer-up. We’re done here.”
I then hear Justice’s voice boom throughout the room, “What the fuck are you laughing at, Madeline? I’m pretty sure I have a video that you had me take on your phone of you bent over your daddy’s desk.”
“Principal’s office?” Patrick asks him.
Justice lifts his chin in response.
“How was it?” Amias asks.
“Mediocre, at best,” Justice says, looking to the horsemen. He then steps forward. “You want a fight? You’ll get one, and then this is done.”
I snap my head toward him. When his eyes lock on mine, I know he just agreed to something he never wanted to do … for me.
He looks back at them. “Saturday night.”
Chapter Nine
Tobias
No more
“What the fuck is this?” I slam my phone down on the coffee table between the two couches in a place I call home less than fifty percent of the time.
“Chill,” Miles sighs. To him, it’s no big fucking deal when someone with a bottomless purse and a legal team that could rival General Electric could come at you, because his uncle is the COO of that very company and pays his way through life.
“A harmless little prank.” Harrison smirks until he looks at my face. “Relax, my friend, we aren’t behind it, but it works in our favor to retain control over our environment.”
I slap the glass from his hand, and it flies across the room before it smashes against the cabinets. The glass shatters, and whiskey splatters all over.
Kai stands up and looks at me, nostrils flaring. “You jumping ship, Easton?”
“You don’t run the game. I run the fucking game. And in case you forgot, I don’t jump ship. I toss bitches off it. All three of you were already fucking close with ambushing me with a last-minute fight, knowing damn well I’m months from graduation.” I stop just short of mentioning Truth Steel’s name with all the shit that went down this weekend, no doubt putting a bigger target on her back, possibly fucking up my future. “Now you’re toying with the entire Steel crew.”
“We aren’t underclassmen anymore, Easton. We aren’t afraid of the new kid from the other side of the tracks who kicked Whitaker’s ass and overthrew the institution’s hierarchy that had been in place since 1899, or Reeves who had the balls to try to take it back from you,” Kai snaps.
My jaw clenched, fists balled, rage building inside, and seeing red, I nod my head up and down.
“Easy, man,” Harrison says, trying to defuse the situation building at a breakneck speed.
“Fuck that.