Liv spins around, searching for the distraction when she spots me stalking toward her.
Red-hot anger flashes in her eyes as her salmon-pink lips part. Sierra actually starts choking on her water, slapping her chest as her eyes bug out of her skull.
I don’t have the time to gauge the guys’ reactions, Liv stomping toward me with rage.
“Take that off your whorish body right NOW,” she yells, grubby little hand reaching for me.
I catch her wrist, gripping a finger with my other hand. I twist one of her acrylic nails, snapping it clean off as she yelps in pain. “This thing?” I ask, tossing the broken nail at her face before waving a hand coolly down my body. “I thought it was‘dress like a bitch’day. You don’t like it?”
Liv seethes, steam almost blowing out of her ears. “Take my uniform off, you fucking psycho!”
Doing my best impression of her, I plop a hand on my hip, jutting it out while twirling a piece of hair.
The spare head cheerleader uniform I found is admittedly tight on me, but even I can attest that it doesn’t look bad on my figure. It’s complimented by the vanilla-cinnamon scent from my freshly washed hair and body—courtesy of the products I found in her stall in the cheer allocated locker room.
“The Tom Ford perfume is a nice touch,” I comment with a sly smirk. “Also, my apologies—or concepts of one—I don’t reallyknow or care. Just be careful… I may haveaccidentallydropped something and shattered the glass. Shame. It looked like a full bottle too.”
Her eyes blow wide, spluttering as Sierra finally appears next to her, seemingly on top of the water situation.
“You’re a… a cunt!” she manages to muster.
“And you would fail a personality test,” I shoot back without missing a beat. “I’d say you’re destined to peak in high school like Liv, but frankly, if I was you, I’d be more concerned about the fact your greatest achievement in life is being ashadow. Originality really said‘no, thank you’when it was your turn.”
Sierra blinks at me before whispering at her friend, “I don’t know what that means.”
“Shut up, Sierra!” Liv snaps, pushing her backwards. Ah, yes—I see where Perkins got the idea from now. Not even two brain cells to rub together between this group.
“Shut up, Sierra,” I mock in a high-pitched voice. Liv stills, staring daggers at me. Smiling sweetly, I step into her, really wishing I could witness this from the outside. I bet it looks hilarious, the pair of us in matching attire facing off. “Listen to me, you grand delusion of adequacy. I have no desire to challenge you to a game of wits since you’re permanently unarmed. So, I’ll only say this once: if you or any of your people touch me again, I’ll fuck you up so bad that your pH levels become so alkalic that even your pet rock gets a yeast infection.”
Liv recoils. “I do NOT have a pet rock, you disgusting degenerate. And I’d like to see you try.”
“My bad,” I murmur sarcastically. “I could only assume that’s the company you keep in conjunction with shadows since you’re dull, obnoxious, and make everyone within a five-mile radius want to gouge their eyes out. How about this?” I push my chest into her further, making her stumble to hold her stance. “You’re always so quick to get everyone to do your dirty work for you.Meet me in the cage on Friday and face me yourself. Hell, bring Perkins and Sierra too—I have no problem handling three.”
Chapter nineteen
Bexley
I smile sweetly at the older man, and I’m not entirely sure if it’s because I anticipated and prepared for this moment or because I fucked his son. Probably both, but still, I take some pleasure in the bulging vein protruding angrily from his forehead.
I’m still dressed in Liv’s spare uniform which isn’t helping my cause. Dean Lannister’s powersuit-wearing ass kisser nearly fainted when I waltzed past her to enter when I was summoned over the speaker.
“I told you last time, Ms. Spencer, that if you continued to cause trouble, you would face the consequences,” Dean Lannister spits out. “At this stage, you leave me little choice but to…”
“Hold that thought,” I interject, holding my hand up. Pulling my buzzing phone from my bra, I flick open the text, grinning.
Ry:Liv is having an absolute meltdown. I have no idea what the fuck that was about,but is it wrong that I want to fuck your brains out in that uniform?
I start typing a reply which prompts the livid man to slam his hand on the desk as he attempts to bring my attention back.
“Ms. Spencer! Put your cell away. Now.”
“Why?” I answer smugly, peering up at him. “I’m already in trouble, aren’t I? Go on—expel me. Issue detention. I’m open to suggestions.”
Crossing my legs, I lower the phone to my lap, toying with the hem of the skirt mockingly. I just know that out of everything that went down, stealing her uniform is by far the worst crime in Liv’s mind. What’s the bet that the Dean isn’t even aware that I snapped her nail off again?
The man stands to glower down at me. I don’t flinch though—Max Astor already got the better of me. It won’t happen again.
Probably because I fucked his golden heirin his house.