Page 144 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
“Not if I can help it,” he retorts with another laugh as her palms come up to rest against the front of his chest. Their mouths meet again, tongues tangling, just before the door opens and one of the Oak Valley teachers clears her throat to grab their attention.
“Alright, you two, out.” She hooks her thumb in the direction of the hallway as Trinity’s face turns scarlet and she ducks under James’ arm. Scandal and propriety are important to that girl. As the daughter of Samuel Jade, they would be. I wonder if her father knows his daughter is from a different man’s seed?
I’ll bet he doesn’t.
And I’ll just bet that her grandfather’s company doesn’t really need an influx of cash.
It’d all make sense, if Ophelia knew the truth about Trinity’s lineage—or that she was fucking a man who shared half of her blood. A tool for blackmail, something to take away Trinity’s place as the child of a multibillionaire.
We need to talk to Vic. Now.
“Alright, alright, you old bat, hold your fucking horses,” Jimmy murmurs, chugging the rest of his whiskey and then tossing the glass on the floor as he leaves. He doesn’t give a fuck what an Oak Valley teacher has to say, not the way Trinity does.
She cares about reputation and appearance.
He most certainly does not.
The teacher sighs and picks up the broken glass, cleaning the mess up before she leaves and closes the door behind her.
With a groan, Bernadette and I separate, and the feel of her cunt sliding along my still-hard cock is nearly enough to give me an orgasm. But I can’t very well continue now, having seen what I just did, now can I?
I stare at Bernadette, wondering if my gaze is too intense, if it burns when she looks back at me. I squeeze my hands into fists to fight back the rush of hormones. I’m more than my body; I’m smarter than it and its urges.
“What the fuck did we just witness?” she murmurs as she grabs the boxers, yanking them back into place as I take my time fixing my own pants.
“A plot twist,” I reply smoothly, my mind spinning as I think about how we might put this into play. “One that could very well change the game completely.”
“Wait till Victor hears about this,” Bernadette starts, but then she looks back at me and I meet her gaze. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I have her pinned to the wall of the wardrobe and she’s tearing my pants apart.
My hips drive her against the wall as we slide together in a violent storm, fingers clawing, mouths hungry. I don’t even bother taking the boxers off, pushing them aside just to be closer to her. The only person in the world I actually want to touch.
It doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t have to.
Bernadette asked me a question tonight: do you want me to keep touching you?
Now she knows the truth: I do.
Desperately so.Bernadette BlackbirdAfter a three-day weekend at a fancy ski lodge full of gazillionaires and sister-fuckers (I knew there was something off about that James Barrasso), Tuesday back at Prescott High is a serious drag. I’m still reeling over whatever the fuck is going on between James Barrasso and Trinity Jade. I’d immediately assumed they were screwing when I saw him at her stupid murder mystery party, but this … this more than I ever could’ve imagined.
They’re related.
Trinity is Maxwell Barrasso’s daughter.
I shiver and run my hands over my face. Incest, of course. As if this plot wasn’t twisted enough.
I’m so busy going over that scene in my mind that I completely miss what Mr. Darkwood is saying. He passes out a worksheet describing our next essay assignment and then purposely pauses beside my desk to glare down at me.
“You’re not going to give me another ridiculous paper about the word ebon, are you?” he asks, and I just stare back at him like he’s lost his fucking mind. We have weird chemistry, me and Mr. Darkwood. I don’t hate the guy but fucking hell, he knows how to piss me off.
“Actually, I was thinking of writing a targeted piece about how girls shame other girls for not waxing the hair that naturally grows between their legs. As if having your cunt look like it’s pre-pubescent makes it sexier. Then again, me shaming them for actually doing said waxing is misogyny in and of itself. It’s sick, isn’t it, how women belittle each other for something so trivial? Clearly a tool of the patriarchy.”
Mr. Darkwood looks at me for a long-ass moment and then sends me to the principal’s office with a referral slip, listing vulgarity and insolence as the reasons for my dismissal from class. Not that it matters, seeing as Vaughn is Havoc’s pet now, but whatever.
