Page 78 of Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 3)
“Get fucked, Harbin,” Aaron says at the same time that Victor tells him to eat shit.
“Well that answers that,” Hael says, grinning from ear to ear as Callum crouches on one of the chairs in the middle, and I stand just behind it, watching them. “Did you guys measure dicks? Did you get in a little double penetration? Hmm? Inquiring minds want to know.”
“Hael, I’m not going to tell you again: leave us alone.” Victor doesn’t even bother looking at his friend. Instead, he stands up and heads inside without so much as looking at me. He doesn’t want any of the others to think he’s getting soft.
I don’t think he really needs to worry about that; we all know he’s an asshole.
“I see you’ve been using your time here to be productive,” Oscar quips, but I just turn a look on him that makes his eyes narrow. I know what I look like right now: cocky, triumphant, victorious.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I purr, turning and letting the robe I’m wearing gape open. Oscar’s eyes find my naked body before flicking up to my face. Every story has its arcs, and I intend on making this one about conquest. I’m going to own all five of these boys and their hot asses. “Stick around instead of running off next time, and maybe you’ll get to see for yourself?”
“I would,” he replies coolly, giving me nothing, his true feelings hidden behind glasses, tattoos, and a nice suit, “if there was anything worth sticking around for.”
I scoff as I push past him and head inside. I’ve gotta get dressed properly this time, so I can go with Aaron to pick up the girls. Oscar follows me in, but when I hit the stairs and turn back to look at him. He walks right past me and into the kitchen, like he had no intention of following me at all.
I don’t believe him.
Not for a second.It takes the detective and his pretty, blond assistant the better part of a week to work their way through the student body of Prescott High. By Friday, they’ve circled all the way back around to me again.
“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this,” I deadpan as I step into Ms. Keating’s office and flop into one of the two chairs. They’re in considerably less good shape now than they were when I came here and found the box of Havoc shit. All these students in and out, with no Ms. Keating to command respectful authority, and the chairs are picked at, cut up, and scratched to shit. There’s even the word gullible scrawled across one in purple Sharpie.
Gross.
“Bernadette, how’s married life?” Sara Young asks, trying to smile at me. There’s some genuine curiosity in her statement, but her expression couldn’t be anymore patronizing. Getting my brains fucked out, trying to balance my relationships with three other guys at the same time, desperately searching for a reason not to kill Oscar Montauk.
“It’s great.” Just that, no elaboration. I stare at Constantine since I can tell talk of me being a child bride is upsetting to him. “What’s up?”
“Do you mind if we record our conversation again?” The detective asks, and I glance over at Principal Vaughn with a what the actual fuck, man? sort of a look. He stares right back at me, and then flicks his shit-brown eyes back to the cops.
“Doesn’t she need a parent or guardian here?” Vaughn clarifies, but Constantine just gives him a smile as patronizing as the one Sara gave me.
“No, actually. Because Bernadette here is a legal adult now, aren’t you Bernie?”
“Do not call me Bernie,” I tell him, my voice flat and serious. “Question: am I free to leave?”
“Um, of course,” Sara says, pinching her pink lips together. “But why would you want to do that? We’re just looking for as much information as we can get about your stepfather. Last time we were here, you seemed to express a fear that he might be coming after you? Do you want to talk about that?”
“No. I want to know if I’m free to leave,” I repeat, because if I’m not then this investigation has just amped up to another level. Also, if they tell me no then it’s time to contact a lawyer. “I can’t be seen spending so much time here with—no offense—a bunch of pigs. It won’t look good to the rest of the school.” I glance shyly in Sara’s direction and tuck some hair behind my left ear. “Maybe though … I could stop by and we could talk sometime, like have coffee or whatever?”
Sara’s eyes light up with triumph as Constantine narrows his own.
“That would be fantastic. Are you free on Sunday?” I nod and Sara smiles. “Good. Do you need a ride?”
“No, I can get to your place if I go early enough and take my bike …” I trail off, shifting my eyes to the side, opposite where Principal Vaughn is standing, like I have something to hide … or something to be afraid of.
