Page 3 of Reign of the Queen
"I don't think she's that hot," Melinda's voice drips with malice, shrugging her small, perky shoulders.
"Obviously, you're biased Meli, but regardless, we need to find out who Mia Stratford is. What was she saying about knowing you?" Theo quirks up his eyebrow and crosses his arms across his chest.
Melinda sighs. "She asked if I remember her, but I don't know anyone named Mia from New York. In fact, I don't know anyone from New York period. Weird, dumb chick." Melinda huffs and whirls around, strolling away. "Aren't you coming, Theo, Carter?"
"In a minute," I reply and amble toward Spencer Simcoe. "Spencer, what was Mia saying to you?"
"W-wh-whaatt? What… are you talking about?" Spencer stutters.
"Stunning blonde that just approached your sorry pitiful ass; what were the words coming from her pouty lips?" I spit out in aggravation while backing him toward the cement stair railings and cornering him with my body.
"Ummm, nothing... she just introduced herself and told me she hoped to see me around." Spencer's whole face blushes red, his body shaking with fear and nerves from being in our presence.
"I'm either still high as fuck or I have definitely entered the twilight zone if a hot chick is flirting with Spencer over me." Mateo shakes his dark, curly haired head as if that’ll help clear his current reality.
"No, no, she wasn't flirting with me…umm, she was nice," Spencer says with a slightly goofy smile.
I back up and he darts to the right and runs from us. I chase him a bit, laughing at the panic in his eyes as I do, but let him go when he trips up the stairs and escapes into the school.
Finn shakes his head, walking up the stairs toward the stone building. "Let's go already; I need to get to my locker before the bell." He doesn't wait for acknowledgement from the rest of us and heads into the building.
"Meli, I need you to ask around and see if you can find out who this girl is, ’kay?" I give her a panty-dropping stare. Flirting is like breathing for me, and I do both exceptionally well if I do say so myself.
"Of course, Carter. I will get right on that." She turns and gives Theo her full attention. "Will you be walking me to class, Theo?" she asks, batting her overpriced faux eyelashes and trying for her most coy, innocent look.Yeah right, Melinda's as innocent as Cardi B's "WAP."
"Some other time, Meli, I have things to do this morning that require my attention." Theo climbs the stairs two at a time and walks into the building. Everyone around him parts like the red sea as he makes his way in.
"Come on, Meli, I'll walk you." As we follow Theo, I slip my large hand up the back of her school skirt, coping a feel. "Meli, girl, I do love me a thong in the morning; maybe we should make a detour." I push the front of my body tightly against her back and rub my semi against her form.
"Carter, you know we can't; we have to get to class now… but later, I can make it up to you," Melinda lets out a small moan, holding my hands firmly against her waist in view of everyone so she can claim me as hers.
It's a nice trick, but everyone here knows the kings don't belong to any one girl, despite how much Melinda wishes otherwise.
"Seriously asses, thanks for walking away." Mateo runs up the steps to catch up. "Carter, come on, man, what happened to sharing is caring?" He smirks and reaches over to slip his hand up Melinda's skirt too.
"Fuck off, get your own morning thong." I pull Melinda farther up the stairs so Mateo can't get his hand up her skirt. Melinda being Melinda just giggles with the attention.Sometimes I wonder if she really is this dense or is just playing at it.
"Yeah, yeah, no worries, prick. Plenty of thongs to go around." Mateo sneers as he heads toward the other end of the hall.
"Meli, don't forget ’kay? I need info on that girl." I tap her on the ass, move away from her locker, and head down the hall to mine.
I notice Mia and Raegan in the hall at their lockers. Winking, I give them a sexy head nod. "Ladies."
"Weird, dirty miscreant," Raegan lets out under her breath, giving me the evil eye. Mia doesn't even acknowledge that she heard me.
This one is playing hard to get. I rub my hands together in anticipation. I do love a challenge—what a way to start my senior year. I chuckle to myself and head off for first period, not bothering with books.I'm a mothering fucking king of Casbury. Who's gonna say anything to me?
A large yawn escapes me; I'm already exhausted, and it's only lunch. I've had the unfortunate task of standing up and introducing myself in each of my three classes so far. Everyone's just stared at me like I'm an exhibit at the damn zoo, picking me apart and trying to figure out who I am and where I came from.Good luck with that, bitches.
In my first class, literature, I had Theo and Mateo, who stared at me like I was a priceless exotic car about to be auctioned away. Neither said anything to me, but both sat directly behind me. Their penetrating gazes burned holes at the back of my head throughout the whole one-hour period, and the smell of their tantalizing colognes enveloped me. I purposely smiled at one of the other guys in the class to see if I could get a reaction out of Mateo and Theo. My poor victim is some jock wearing a letterman jacket over his uniform.Who, of course, probably thinks I'm extremely interested now… great.
The second class of the day brought American Civil History and, with it, Finn. He sat right next to me at the double desk, crowding my personal space with his large frame. Every time I shifted farther away from him, he chuckled and edged closer to me, rubbing his thigh against mine. I finally gave up after his body was glued to me and I was half out of the desk and tired of giving him evil glares, and the upper hand. The next time he shifted closer, I moved the heel of my black five-inch Louboutin's right over his toes and jammed down as hard as I could. He let out a yelp, gave me an angry sneer, and moved his chair away, finally giving me some much-needed space.Fucker.
The third class of the day was Biology, and you guessed it, in came Carter after the class had already started. He motioned his head, silently telling the poor girl, who was my new lab partner, to leave. She got up wordlessly and scurried to another seat.
He didn't even have to open that pretty, deceitful mouth of his; impressive, gonna have to give him that.
"So, partner, how has your first day been so far? Hmmm, you're looking a little tense there, Mia. I could fix that right up for you." He gives me a smug look, his gaze wandering over my features, and stopping at my chest. His hand trailing along the base of the desk toward my kilt-covered legs.
