Page 22 of Reign of the Queen
"How do we make that happen? I could use a ragged Mia at my feet sucking my dick right about now." Carter reaches behind me and takes the bottle of the JD off the table. He's been more unstable than usual, hitting the booze and the weed hard daily. I really need to keep a closer eye on the fucker before he does some damage to himself or someone else.
"We start with the teams, lay down the law. No one touches her; no one talks to her. No one gives into her batting her pretty lashes. Then we go from there and make sure everyone else falls in line or suffers the consequences." I smirk. "Mateo, can you enforce it on the baseball and soccer teams with help from us?"
He looks over at me and then the other two, and his evil grin appears. "You’re devious. You’re gonna torture her and make her submit. Yeah man, I can make they all follow my lead or break bones to ensure it."
"Umm, what happens if she doesn't submit, we don't really want to push her out of town, do we?" Carter leans forward, rubbing his hand across his lips, his eyes showing his concern at maybe not ever getting a piece of Mia and her sweet round ass.
"If she doesn't submit, I'm going to break her and enjoy watching all the pieces shatter." I grab my phone and start sending messages to Melinda and a few others. "Carter, announce a mandatory team building night asap through chat."
"For when?" Carter pulls out his phone.
"Now. They’re all to drop whatever the hell they are doing and head out to meet us at Big Mal’s, your guy's too Mateo, but no Mia. She’s not welcome. Make it clear that Mia and Raegan are cut off immediately. Spread that shit like wildfire."
"I hope you know what you're doing bro; so far you've gone toe to toe with Mia and haven't come out looking like mother fucking rainbows." Finn walks off to start making calls.
Me too brother, me too.
Mia, you will submit, or you will break.
Mia 2, Kings 0.
“Why are people looking at you like that?” Raegan turns around once again and gives another guy a dirty look. My skin is starting to crawl, anxiety building in my chest. There’s a bunch of people just standing around the halls staring at us like we're the entertainment or something.
I’ve been getting weird looks since I got out of my car in the parking lot. No sign of the kings before I walked into school, no sign of Jessie and Evan either, and neither of them returned mine or Raegan’s texts last night.What is going on here?My nerves are strung so tight that I’m starting to feel nauseous.
“Slut,” some random girl walks by and spits out as she passes us. A few other girls snicker at her comment and then whisper to each other.
“Bitch, what?” Raegan moves to grab the girl, and I have to quickly grab her by the back of the blazer to restrain her from throwing a punch at the stupid chick.
I catch the eye of one of the football players, Brett, who sits with us at lunch. He quickly looks away and then turns his back on us, pretending to look inside his locker. I try to meet another one’s eyes, and the same thing happens. It’s like they are afraid to look at me.
Elizabeth is standing next to her locker, and when I make a move to head in her direction, she quickly turns and literally runs down the hallway in the opposite direction. Fear starts to skate up my spine. Something is not right here, what has everyone terrified of me?SHIT! Have they figured out who I am?
“Well, if it isn’t the skank of New York.” I hear Melinda approach with Maria, Susan, and a few other girls that have joined their group, filling out the ranks, I guess. Melinda is trying her best impression of Blair fromGossip Girl, but she’s forgotten that I’m the true Queen B from the big apple.
“Better the skank of New York than the unpaid whore of Casbury.” Turning to face her, I straighten my posture till I am standing all of my five feet eight in my shoes. Not overly impressive, I know, but I’m barely five-five without the shoes, so I’ll take what I can get.
I see her jaw tighten at my response. “You’ve been rejected, skank. No one wants you here, especially the kings. You’re no one, nothing, just another whore who thought she could come in here and claim what doesn’t belong to them.” She gives me a vicious smile, her arms crossed against her chest, her cronies giggling behind her. I notice she doesn’t move any closer, though; I guess she’s learned a thing or two about getting within my reach.
Shuffling is happening in the hallway, bodies moving to the side, parting like a rumbling sea. Through the bodies I notice Jessie, fists and jaw clenched, barely restrained fury, but he makes no move to come toward me either. Evan is next to him with pleading eyes, begging me not to call them out, and when I stare him down, he lowers his eyes to the floor. Okay then, this is how it’s going to go; I see. Disappointment and anger makes its way through me.Cowards, all of them.
Then there they are, the kings of Casbury Prep. Evil grins are spread out on their deceitfully beautiful faces. They are standing united in a line…united against me, it seems. I stand my ground and glare right back, showing them no sign of fear.
Meanwhile, inside, I can feel a sweat bead drip down my back under my white school shirt, making its way into the band of my bra and my heart is galloping faster than a dozen Mustang horses. They think they’re that smart and ruthless, huh? Let’s see about that. I have no intention of bowing at their entitled feet.
Someone behind us shoves Raegan into me, and someone else throws their drink, barely missing me. The lid opens when it hits the ground and splashes up mine and Raegan’s knee-high clad legs. “Whore!” someone yells. A few fuckers laugh at that.
“Fucking asshole!” Raegan lets out a shriek and moves toward the direction the cup came from. I grab Raegan to prevent her from going after whoever threw the cup. When I stare in that direction, I see that it’s Melinda’s skanky minion Maria, and she’s smiling from ear to ear—not an ounce of fear present on her face.
“What is this?” I raise an eyebrow and look at the kings.
“This, baby, is what happens when you’re not welcome and not wanted. From now on, you are dirt under everyone’s shoes. Open season on Mia has commenced, and no mercy will be shown to you from now on.” Carter smugly struts forward toward me, his full playboy swagger on display. His grin is all teeth and his Husky eyes are shining bright with malice and joy. He is way too comfortable playing the damn psychotic villain.
“On your orders?” I motion to the four of them with my red-tipped finger. They all either nod or grin.Pieces of shit.“Why?” I demand.
“Because we can.” That comes from Finn. I glare straight at him, and he meets and holds my gaze. His jaw is clenched tight and his arms are crossed over his chest.Why so angry, Finn? Not used to not getting your way?
“So, let me get this straight, just to ensure I’ve got it all, pretty boy.” I point to myself while directing my question back at Carter. “I’m just the dirt under everyone’s shoes, is that right? You think I am going to what, run away?” The side of my mouth quirks up, and I saunter closer toward Carter and the kings but make sure my voice carries so it can be heard by the rest of these useless sheep.
