“Honestly, why would anyone even own clothes like that? Look how fat she is. She should just avoid this room and go to the gym instead.” Meagan giggles as they sit down at our table.
Sweet fuck, these girls have no idea when to shut up.
“I know. Can you believe she had the nerve to look at my Rowan and think he would be interested in anyone who looks like a blob?” Of course, Sam would have something to add. In her usual ‘reaching past her place’ fashion, she gives me the ammunition I need to wreck her world, at least for the moment.
Let the chaos begin.
Smirking, I turn to Rowan and exclaim, “I didn’t know you were claimed? Did you give Sam your lineage pin marking her as your official choice, brother? Good for you.”
The guys laugh, and Sam goes beet red. Silly rabbit fell right into my trap. She knows an outright claim of Rowan is the wrong move. It’s like she forgot about first period.
Ah well, better for me.
If there is anything that will set Rowan off, it’s when someone steps out of line. It’s even worse when they try to back him in a corner. Sam is the queen of trying to back Rowan in a corner, and I am the king of raining on her parade. One could say it’s a symbiotic relationship of sorts.
I didn’t always hate her. She was one of us at one point, then she got greedy and fucked us all.
Not sparing her a glance, Rowan responds, “Samantha, I’m growing tired of repeating myself. Just because I have occasionally decided to gift you my cock doesn’t mean you’re automatically anything other than a place to warm said cock.”
Rage-tinged eyes glare in my direction. She knows I’ve orchestrated this, and her eyes scream retribution.
Try me bitch.
I wish she would, I have tools with her name on them. I immediately think of my twenty-two-inch stainless steel bone saw that I had engraved with her name. I can almost taste her screams, thinking about what I’ll do to her one day. It won’t ever be enough to make up for what she’s done, but it will go a long way to have her blood splashed across my canvas.
What a masterpiece she will be.
Rowan’s words are a direct hit, and my job here is done. Rowan’s, however, has just begun. No one can ever accuse him of half-assing anything. Sitting back in my chair, I listen as he kicks her while she’s down.
“If you wanted to be a potential choice, you should have kept your legs closed instead of letting just about anyone have access to your subpar pussy.” The whole table erupts in laughter. Beet red ears lead to an even more scarlet-colored face. Sam is pissed.
One could argue in this instance that his continuous dipping in said subpar pussy determines he’s full of shit, but who am I to interrupt? The idiot brought this on himself. How does that saying go? You lay with dogs or, in this case, poisonous pussy, you get up with fleas. And if Sam isn’t the biggest flea-infested hag we know, then I don’t know who is.
“Fuck you, Rowan. I promise you, you’ll be mine. All of you…will be mine!” Echos sound at the crack of her palms hitting the table, as she stands and storms out of the cafeteria. Her carbon copies jump up and chase after her.
I knew this would happen, and Rowan had to be the fool and prove me right. He better not fuck this up for us. Shivers of revulsion creep down my spine at her public claiming. Shaking off any thought she would ever have us, I steer the conversation to a better subject.
“So, who are you tools choosing?” I ask now that we’re at the table alone again.
This is the perfect time to see what they’re thinking and let them know who I plan on selecting. Though now that I think about it, I might let them be surprised.
“You know we have only two more weeks before we have to bring our choices to the council, and then two weeks after that we have to lay our claim.” My statement gets their attention.
Liam’s sharp gaze meets my own. “Not here, Wy. Let’s meet at The Tombs after school, and we can discuss sharing our choices.”
He’s right, but I am just so excited to begin my owning of my Riri. She has no idea what’s in store for her. I smile to myself because not only is she in for a shock, but once I announce my choice, the guys will jump out of their skin. No one has ever selected an outsider. But fuck traditional choices. She’s our queen, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of proving it.
EMMA
My day calms down after first period. Outside of more whispering, it’s been smooth sailing. Now I have Civics. It’s my last actual class of the day before the dreaded sports or club requirement. I looked through the options online and decided to go with the Krav Maga classes. At least that way, I can continue my training. With the amount of time I’ve been working and taking care of my siblings, I’ve slacked off. Dad would side-eye me if he knew.
I already know Shay won’t be in this class because she has robotics. However, I know August will be in this class, and I’m hoping it will just be him because I’m not in the mood to deal with his asshat friend, Rowan. I begin my descent in my seat, but before my derri?re can find its home, I hear August.
“Oh no, no, no, Love. You sit next to Liam and me.”
Plunking my ass down against the cold seat of the ergonomic black chair, I say, “August, if you want me to sit with you, then you’re going to have to come over here.”
The nerve of him to think I’m going to move from where I’ve decided to sit just because he says so. That’s not happening. Not today and not tomorrow.
A slow smile crests his lips. “Anything for you, Love, I only want to be near you. So, if that means I have to come to you, then watch as my feet gravitate your way,” the dork states, rising from his seat.
Huh, I have to say I didn’t think he’d do that. All of these guys carry big dick energy. You know that all alpha all the time, ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ vibe. I like that August was okay with moving to me, especially because there wasn’t a chance of me going to him. I don’t care how sexy his dimples are.
August and Liam each take a seat with one on each side of me, and a mixture of bourbon, campfire, and vanilla spices hit my nose, causing me to suck in a lungful of air. Then for the first time, I truly take Liam in. Chestnut brown hair is up in a messy man bun with the sides shaved like an inverted V. Continuing my perusal, I’m struck at how much he resembles Charlie Hunnam, but with an even sharper jawline and eyes that are more blue than they are gray.
“If you stare any longer, I’m going to take that as an invitation that you’re interested, and I think that might just make my boy Wy a little jealous,” Liam quips.
Dammit, even his teeth are gorgeous!
How is it possible for teeth to be gorgeous? Since walking into this school, it’s felt like I was dropped into a model DNA pool jackpot.
“Nah, Riri can look all she wants, Liam, as long as she knows she’s ours.” That comment makes my head spin, quicker than Usain Bolt can run a one-hundred-meter race, in August’s direction.
Furrowed brows clearly indicate that I think the boy has gone mad. “Say what now?”
I haven’t even been in this school a full day, and I’m being claimed like I’m some puppy. And what does he mean ours? Do they share? I don’t have enough time to process that statement before he responds.
“Oh, you heard me, Love. There was no stutter or pause. I spoke clearly and enunciated all of my words. You. Are. Ours.” The little shit smirks and winks at me again, just like he did this morning.
August is something else. What that something else is exactly I’m not sure at the moment, but I’m curious to find out. He doesn’t need to know that, though.
“Okay, class, welcome to Civics. My name is Miss Taylor, and I will be your instructor for this year,” a voice from the front of the room interrupts our conversation. When I turn my head to the front, my eyes nearly pop out of my head. What the hell is Mrs. Douglas doing here, and why is she calling herself Miss Taylor?
The woman in question continues to speak, “I am replacing Mr. Torres, who retired last year. I moved here from Colorado over the summer, and I am looking forward to getting to know all of you over the course of the year,”
Looking around the class, her eyes land on me, gracing me with a plastic smile. What the hell is this woman doing here? Why is she going by another name, and why the fuck is she looking at me like she can’t decide if she is happy I’m here, or she wants me to disappear?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.