Page 77 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
“Interesting,” Oscar observes, slipping in after Vic. Callum looks between the three of us, pushes his hood off his blond hair, and then chuckles again.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, and then he leaves, too.
The dynamic between Hael, Aaron, and me isn't pretty.
Aaron is clearly furious, but doesn't know what to say.
“We're gonna go take care of that errand and then smoke by my car,” Hael says, his voice neutral, edging on the verge of a challenge as he stares Aaron down. “That cool?”
Aaron just stares right back at him. They're about the same height, same build. If a fight were to break out, it'd be a close one. But we really don't need to show any discord on campus.
I should just suggest we eat in the cafeteria. That'd be the simple solution to a tense afternoon. But somehow, Aaron's and Vic's attitudes make me want to leave with Hael.
“Smoke, huh?” Aaron asks carefully, and then laughs, this caustic, awful sort of sound. “Right. I bet that's what you did yesterday. Smoked.” He shakes his head and shoves his shoulder into the swinging door, the one covered in Sharpie and stickers. There are more penises drawn on that door than there are in the entire student body.
“Am I in trouble here?” I ask Hael, turning to look at him. His gaze is on the cafeteria door, jaw tight. He moves his honey-colored eyes over to me, but he can't seem to force that cocky smile onto his face. “I thought this was part of me joining Havoc. I recall Vic using the word 'plaything'.” My own jaw is clenched when I say that. It's a cop out, I know. Me and Hael, this has nothing to do with me trying to be a good Havoc Girl and perform my duties, and everything to do with trying to piss Victor off. Apparently, I'm succeeding. “Are we not allowed to fuck each other?”
“Maybe we're just not fucking each other to their specifications?” he muses, shaking his head. “Whatever. If Aaron or Vic are mad about it, they can friggin’ talk to me.” Hael tucks his inked hands into his pockets and then gestures with his chin. “You coming, Blackbird?”
I follow him down the hall, opposite the direction of the front doors and straight toward the principal's office.
Hael has the keys which doesn't surprise me; I bet Havoc has access to every room on campus.
“Here?” I ask, and he laughs, this shit-eating, I-own-the-world asshole sort of laugh. It makes me want to punch him, not suck his dick. “We'll get caught. And there are cameras.”
“The cameras,” he says, pointing up at one in the corner with a blinking light. “Are cheap ass, battery-run fakes that Vaughn got from Wal-Mart. You think he really wants cameras in here? Isn't this where he propositioned you?”
My mouth flattens into a thin line.
It is.
Hael's right. I open my mouth to ask him how he knows, but he's already way ahead of me, sitting in Vaughn's chair and leaning back. He crosses his arms behind his head and looks me over.
“He propositions all his victims in here,” Hael says as I close and lock the door behind me. Fuck, this is risky. But really, what can Principal Vaughn do if he catches us in here? We know all his secrets. It's just a matter of time before the cliff edge he's standing on comes tumbling down.
“How many girls has he asked?” I say, but Hael just shakes his head.
“No time. Don't worry about that right now.” He grins at me, and I hesitate just a brief second before letting the subject go. Hael's right, we're running on limited time here. I know on Fridays, Vaughn holds a staff meeting in the teachers' lounge. He's usually on his way back to his office when I start heading for fifth period.
So we've got … twenty minutes, tops.
Also, I know this isn't the last we'll be talking about Vaughn and his cam girls. I might've been one myself, if I hadn't already been burned, if I didn't already know better.
“Let's defile Mr. Vaughn's office,” Hael suggests, and then he leans forward, those honey-brown eyes of his glittering with mischief. “You want to go first? I'm dying to see what tough-as-nails Bernadette Blackbird looks like when she's getting proper head.”
I wrinkle my nose, but my palms are sweating, and the thrill of being in here when I know it would infuriate Vaughn is almost as alluring as the prospect of Hael on his knees. Wow. Where did that thought come from? I'm supposed to be Havoc's plaything, right?
“I'll go first,” I agree, and Hael slides off the chair and onto his knees, gesturing at the vacated seat with an inked hand.
“Ladies first.” I kick off my heels and sit down as he turns to face me, flicking the button on my leather pants and curling his fingers under the waistband. “Leather pants, man's conundrum. Makes a woman's ass irresistible, but also a pain in my ass when it comes to getting them off.” He starts to peel the fabric down my hips as my heart thunders in my chest.
