The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,80

Valentine's Day party.

Adamson provides the transportation to the party, this fleet of shiny limos that makes my jaw drop as I approach the waiting crowd in the safe bubble of the Student Council. As I move through the students, I wonder if any of them are the culprit. Then again, if the twins and Church are right, and my attacker has something to do with Jenica's long-ago murder, then it's most likely not a student, seeing as they'd have all been kids when she died.

“This is insane,” I whisper, and several of the guys turn to look at me. I'm dressed in jeans, and a huge, baggy black hoodie that does nothing for my pale complexion. I look like a ghost. With the giant glasses, the floppy hair, and the ugly sneakers, I'm sure I don't paint the prettiest picture.

“Jesus,” Spencer murmurs, and Ranger gives him a look like he's insane.

“Did you just get a boner, man? Over him?” Ranger points at me, and my cheeks flush red, but Spencer refuses to answer him, turning away and storming through the crowd. They part like the Red Sea, and the twins grab my arms on either side, dragging me after him.

The other students don't even complain as the Council takes the next available car.

“Wow, royal treatment,” I murmur as we settle in for the long drive. Five hours to the cabins, with only two planned breaks. There are snacks, and even pillows and blankets provided. We're getting an early afternoon start, putting us there around five in the evening. We'll be staying in the cabins and heading back to Adamson in the morning. “This is so old-fashioned. Reminds me of the original Parent Trap where the boys come over to the girls' camp to party, like some 1960s shit or something.”

“The Parent Trap?” Ranger scoffs, giving me a look and propping his giant black combat boot up on the shelf opposite us. “You watch that shit? No wonder you're so weird.”

“I'm weird, and you're the one that bakes naked in the academy kitchen?!” I cringe a bit when I realize I've just told his secret to the entire car. But Ranger doesn't seem to care as the twins snicker. Nobody looks surprised.

“It's my meditation time, okay? Clothes restrict my artistic integrity.” He smirks at me, tapping his boot against the far wall of the car, his black t-shirt dipping low enough that I can see a peek of his ink. Ranger reaches up and tugs at the plugs in his ear, watching me with narrowed sapphire eyes. “I don't barge into your private space and make fun of you while you wank your micropenis.”

“I do not have a micropenis,” I grind out, even though I just told Church that I did. Because, I mean, I have a clitoris. Still, it rubs me the wrong way and Ranger can see it. He's enjoying tormenting me. “Also, fuck you.”

I flip him off, but he just laughs, and I settle in for the long haul, five whole hours of being teased and poked at. Just ten minutes later, one of the twins—I don't see who—drops an ice cube down my back and makes me howl and flail as I struggle to get it out of my clothes.

Dickheads.

Eventually, I fall asleep, missing the first bathroom break. When I do wake up, I feel like I'm going to pee my pants, looking out the window and counting to a hundred over and over again to keep my cool. When we do stop, I jump out and take off for the bathroom.

“That's the women's bathroom, you dipshit,” Spencer says, grabbing my arm at the last minute and dragging me over to the men's side. My cheeks are on fire even before we walk in and I see the entire Student Council with their dicks in their hands, pissing in the urinals.

Oh no. Oh god no.

There are urinals at Adamson, too, but there are also plenty of private stalls. I just keep myself confined to the handicap bathroom that has its own door and lock, and everything works just fine.

Right now, I'm panicking.

My eyes catch a whole lot more penis than I ever wanted to see, and I yank my arm from Spencer's grip, racing to the only stall in the room and locking myself in.

“Wow, Carson, what's the rush?” Spencer calls out, but I don't care. I really don't want to see the guys peeing, and I really, really have to go myself. Hopefully they'll just think