they physically can. I’m hoping those chicks are as slutty as they come and help these guys get their rocks off as often as possible. The last thing I need is unwanted sexual attention from these dimwits. It’s hard enough trying to keep Nic at bay, let alone a whole school of horny dudes.
I wonder how Nic is going to feel about this? No doubt he’s going to text me this afternoon wanting to know how it went at my new fancy private school. This is going to make his blood boil. I can only imagine how it’s going to go down and it’s not going to be pretty.
Milo scoffs beside me and I remember that he’s in the middle of trying to start a conversation. “No offense girl, but you definitely have a deal. Your nails look like they haven’t been seen to in months, your hair is in need of some good loving, your tan actually looks real, and you reek of poverty. You’re not from around here and there’s no way you could possibly afford the fees for this school. You have a deal and it’s a big one, so spill. What’s going on?”
“None of your damn business,” I say, my already shitty mood plummeting to ground zero.
“Okay, I get it. You’re on edge. I would be too being in your position. I mean, this is either some shitty prank, or someone really has it in for you, but closing off and being a bitch isn’t going to get you anywhere around here. The guys won’t let you get away with that kind of attitude. You’re making the target on your back even bigger.”
I let out a groan. He’s right, and I freaking hate that he is. “How the hell am I supposed to act then?” I question, eyeing down some dickhead who leers a little too long. “Every fucker I pass is looking at me like I’m his afternoon snack.”
“Just … I don’t know. Play nice.”
“I’m not exactly known for playing nice.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that vibe,” he says with a smirk. “Look, while this school is filled with all sorts of privileged douchebag jocks, there are a handful of good guys.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Milo shrugs his shoulders, looking as though he doesn’t care about the point he’s making enough to actually try to convince me, so he moves right along. “So, Ocean Munroe, who’s your mommy fucking to get you enrolled in here?”
My mouth drops open and I come to a stop in the hallway, grabbing Milo by the scruff of his shirt and demanding his full attention. “Don’t you ever talk about my mom like that.”
Milo laughs and pries my fingers from his shirt. “Chill out, babe. I’m just asking the question that every fucker here is going to assume. Let’s face it, we’ve already worked out that you’re not from around here, but the question of how you got here still lingers. A girl like you only gets places in this world if it comes with favors.”
My eyes narrow to slits as we keep walking. “I resent that.”
“I’m not trying to be offensive,” he clarifies. “It’s just the way things are around here so you can either get on top of the rumors now or let them get out of control. But I can guarantee that by lunch, the whole school is going to be talking and they’re going to go with the version that makes you look like a cheap whore.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Fine,” I groan. “I just moved here from Breakers Flats with my mom. She’s Charles Carringtons new live-in housekeeper. Part of the deal was that he took care of my education, but I assumed he’d just stick me in whatever cheap public schooling system you guys have around here. This whole private school shit isn’t exactly my style.”
When Milo doesn’t respond straight away, I turn my gaze up to meet his only to find him gaping. “Umm … are you okay?”
His brows shoot up. “Girl, you’re living with Colton Carrington?”
I roll my eyes. “Geez, thanks for the reminder.”
He seems to go somewhere far, far away for a slight moment and it’s damn clear that I’m not the only one affected by the startling good looks of Colton Carrington. “Damn,” Milo mutters under his breath. “What I wouldn’t give to be the salami in that guy’s sandwich.”
I scoff out a grunt. “You’re into Colton?” I laugh. “Damn, I know you rich kids are fucked up but surely you have