belongs in a yacht club, but in land-locked Arizona, that can’t be right. Maybe a better analogy is that he looks like he’s on a sports team when the team is told to dress up on game day, except, every day is game day in Stone’s world.
He stops in front of his seat—that should’ve been mine—as I make my way to the back. “Move, Meghan,” Stone says.
I stop in my tracks. I can’t believe my ears. No one has ever spoken to Meghan that way, and trust me, I would know. I had the unfortunate pleasure to be in almost all her classes all throughout high school.
She’s leaning toward him, smiling, but that quickly drops. “Excuse me.”
“I said,” he sighs, voice turning darker like he hates having to repeat himself, and she’s being so basic by asking him. “Switch seats with Dakota. I need to sit next to her.”
“Da-kota?” she says, breaking up my name like it’s the only time she’s ever dared say it, and she has to force her tongue to make the sounds. Funny how Blue’s Clues rolls off her tongue so easily though.
With a grin, I move back to them, standing next to Stone. I may not like Stone all that much, but he’s making my fantasies of pulling all these assholes down a couple of notches come to life.
“Looking good, Dakota,” Todd says, giving me a wink.
I stare down at my clothes. They’re just normal. A pair of jean shorts with a red top. My hair is down, too, lying in controlled waves over my shoulders. Having conditioner for my hair has been a lifesaver. I no longer look like I stuck my finger in a socket before coming to school.
Stone walks toward Todd, leaning over his desk. “Say that to her again, and you’ll be walking funny for a week.”
“What the fuck is this?” Meghan hisses, like the whole world has gone topsy turvy. Honestly, it seems like it has.
Todd glares at Stone but doesn’t say anything. Stone though, hovers over Meghan’s desk until she starts squirming in her chair. At first, I think she’s going to tough it out. Pretend like it doesn’t bother her that all eyes are on her. I know that feeling. The flushed face. The beating heart. The fact that you know people are looking at you right now and not in a good way.
Finally, she gives in. “I like it better in the back anyway. Have fun smelling Mr. Burns’ coffee breath, bitch,” she says as she gets up.
“Now that wasn’t very nice,” Stone says. “I can’t believe you would spread the rumor that Mr. Burns only has one testicle, Meghan.”
At that moment, Mr. Burns strides in, coffee in hand. His gaze darts to Meghan. “I’ll be seeing you after class, Miss Tanner. We can talk about appropriate topics of conversation at Saint Clary’s.”
She sits with a huff, and I turn back to the two desks. Todd’s eyes gleam at me, and he looks all too comfortable with the prospect of sitting behind me in class. Instead, Stone takes that seat, nodding toward the seat I wanted the first day.
Well, look at that. I take a seat. It looks like Stone Jacobs is good for something.
24
It turns out the letter I was handed is blank. Stone ends up taking it, and I let him. He has way more resources than I do on what to do with those types of things, so he can have at it.
On the way to Leedsville, the guys tell stories about Meghan and her friends. I can’t help but smile. She’s so fucking confused. She doesn’t even know what to do with herself. The fact that the new, hot guys are hanging around me is throwing her off bigtime. She’s so off her game that she even conceded to every attack they threw at her today.
I don’t know if the guys got together to talk about it ahead of time, but with every class, they made her move her seat for me. By the end of the day, other people were laughing at her, and I’m sure there was more than one person in the room who was thinking the same thing as me: Payback, bitch. Ahh, it feels so good.
I watch the scenery whiz by as Stone brings the Audi up to speed on the highway. For a moment, I glimpse the small knoll I’ve been known to watch the highway from. I know, I know. It doesn’t sound like a fun