The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,4

country that cost more, and they're all snobby prep schools like Burberry Academy. Gross.

The students here are so rich that stealing something as stupid as a bar of fifty dollar soap (yeah, it's a thing, I know) doesn't actually occur to them.

I take a very, very, very generous amount of items and stuff them into my bag. When I go back to California, I'm taking it all with me. Actually, this weekend, I might go into town and mail Monica and Cody some of this stuff. Monica is pretty wealthy, but nothing like the guys that go here. Not even in the same league.

My fingers trail across the porcelain edge of the giant soaker tub, and I can't stop myself from fantasizing about using it later. Maybe I can treat my weeks here as a vacation or something? Yeah, yeah, just like a spa getaway. It'll all be over before you know it, I promise myself, starting the shower and then spending a good five minutes trying to figure out how it works before I actually climb in.

Tilting my head back, I revel in the hot water, closing my eyes and letting the steam overwhelm me.

The sound of the bathroom door opening barely registers past the sound of the running water and the classical music I selected. But then the shouting and roughhousing starts, and my nostrils flare as a surge of anger overtakes me.

“Micah!” a voice shouts, and then there's laughter and scrambling. The shower stall next to mine opens, and I hear more fighting. “Screw you, you fucking prick!”

“No, screw you. I'm going to poison your coffee.”

“Hah. You would die without me, you codependent asshole.”

“Please. You're like a growth I can't seem to get rid of. A tumor, hitching a ride on my ass so you can spend your whole day kissing it.”

There's some more fighting, and I swear, it continues into the shower stall next to mine.

“Pervert. Trying to shower with your older brother.”

“Older by precisely eight minutes. Get out. I was in here first.”

Based on the sound of the voices, I can only figure the two arguing boys are the twins from yesterday. Great. My hands are all prune-y, but now I'm going to have to wait them out. Either that, or beat them out …

I turn the shower off and scramble for my towel.

“You're being rude to our shower guest,” one of the voices says, moving from the stall on my left over to the one on the right. “You okay in there, dude?”

Dude. Hilarious.

I ignore him, and slip into the changing room to put my uniform on, taking time to bind my breasts. It's a freaking process, and I'm already cursing in pain before it's over.

When I'm done, I grab my duffel, my shower caddy, and throw the door open.

The twins are there waiting for me, standing on either side, their elbows up on the doorjamb.

I'm officially blocked in.

I start to scramble back into the waiting room when one of them grabs my tie and jerks me out.

“Well, hello there,” they say in unison. The twin who's not holding my tie slams the dressing room door, and then the other one pushes me back into it. They both grab onto my arms from either side and lean in, blinking their big moss-green eyes at me. “Are you deaf?” they ask together.

“Or just plain rude?” the one on the right drawls, rolling his eyes.

“So rude,” the other agrees as I struggle against their grip. They're both strong as hell, and I'm totally overburdened with my bag and shower caddy. Damn it. I shouldn't have stolen so much fucking soap.

“Let me go,” I whisper, and they exchange a look that says they're not doing anything of the sort. I struggle more violently, and then they both just let go all of a sudden, sending me sprawling onto the ground. My bag goes flying and opens up, soaps and shampoos spilling all over the marble floor.

“Oh, what's this?” one of them asks, picking my bag up and starting to go through it. Shit. Shit, I have tampons in there, the tape to bind my breasts, and … “Oh!” The twin on the right exclaims, using a single finger to hold up the pink lacy panties with the white ruffles. “Someone has a girlfriend.”

“From where?” the other twin exclaims, using the back of my navy-colored academy jacket to haul me to my feet. He lets me stumble away and attempt—poorly—to snatch my underwear back from his brother. “Everly