The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,76
I lean down, take his phone from his hand, and delete the picture before I give it back. “Now get out.”
“You … you're ….”
The door opens and the twins rush in, breathing hard as they squeeze into the small room, looking between me and Church.
“Damn it, Church,” they say in unison as Tobias moves to grab my robe from the hook.
“You're such an idiot,” Micah tells him as Tobias offers up the robe, and I slip into it, belting it at the waist. “I told you: it's not Charlotte's fault. We told her about Jenica.”
“Charlotte …” Church whispers, reaching up to push some of his blond hair from his face. “Charlotte.”
“Yes, Charlotte,” I say, lifting my chin up in defiance. “Are you happy now? You were right: I do have a Micropenis. It's called a clitoris, and it has ten times as many nerve endings as your tiny dick. Now get out.”
The twins grab their president under the arms and drag him from the room, kicking the door closed behind them, so I can get dressed. Things are awkward enough, so I put my uniform on instead of my pajamas, before I come out and face off against the blond dickhead in front of the row of empty pedestal sinks.
“You're a girl,” Church says again, arms crossed over his chest. He squints at me. “How? Why? What are you even doing here?”
“If you didn't notice, dumbass, my dad's the headmaster,” I spit back at him. “And the school board wants a mixed population now. They wanted to use me as their experimental girl student, and I said no. Explanation enough for you? Try being a teenage chick in a school full of super rich jerks. How well do you think that'd go down?” I glance between the twins and their glittering green eyes before I look back at Church. “Especially with what happened to Jenica.”
Church frowns, and groans, putting his head in his hand, the elbow of one arm resting in the palm of the opposite hand.
“Jesus Christ. Who else knows?”
“Just us,” the twins say together, tucking opposite hands into their pockets, so that they're mirror images of each other. “Well, and whoever it is that's leaving her notes.”
“Notes?” Church asks, lifting his face up to look at me. He looks … disturbed. “What sort of notes?”
“Charlotte,” the twins drawl, holding out their hands toward me, and I sigh.
“I gave them to my dad. They were left on the community corkboard, addressed to Eve, from Adam. Someone else knows.” Church just stares at me and then swears under his breath.
“What else did they say?” he asks, and I guess we're not going to talk about the fact that he saw me naked. Good. Because I don't want to talk about it. Ever.
“Um, get out? We don't want you here? Basically …” I trail off and cross my arms over my chest. Church's eyes follow the movement, and I swear it feels like he's looking at the curve of my chest. I suddenly very much miss my bindings. “Probably the same guy who chased me with a knife.”
Church glances at Micah, and then Tobias. It's quite clear they're sharing some silent secrets here.
“We should get some private security detail up here,” he says, and my brows go up. Um, what? He wants to get private security detail … for me?
“Already tried,” the twins say together, and Tobias sighs.
“We asked our dad to send some, but the schoolboard denied our request. They think the whole thing was a prank and that fat old Nathan is good enough security. Besides, nobody but us believes Jenica was murdered.”
Church makes a scoffing sound and glances back at me.
“I'll talk to my parents, too,” he says, watching me carefully. “But Ranger learns nothing about this. Is that understood?”
“Aye, aye, Mr. President,” the twins say together, and then everyone turns to look back at me.
“What? I don't take orders from you,” I murmur, and Church sneers.
“For fuck's sake, Carson. You're as dumb a girl as you are a boy. Trust me when I say you don't want your secret to get out. There's old money here, and they won't like the idea of a woman in their boys' club.”
“No shit,” I murmur, stiffening up as he moves up to stand beside me, looking down from that cold, impassive face of his. “You don't think I'm dumb enough to spill my own secret? I don't need you to order me to keep myself safe.”