He smirks. “You have no idea.”
Nico
“So you transferred back?” Angela bats her eyelashes as I try to figure out what Tanner says to Harper.
She’s stiff and uncomfortable. I wish Ms. Sullivan hadn’t disappeared into the back. I need to tell the guys about this turn of events. Given their reaction to Tanner on Sunday, they won’t like it.
Angela’s hand lands on my thigh. “I didn’t know there was a fifth horseman.”
“Take your hand off me.” I speak in a low tone, but make it clear I’m not playing with her. The rule is we can’t touch another girl. I’d prefer not to be manhandled by my art partner.
She giggles and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “I’m just trying to get to know you. You should ask Caden and Jack about me. Oh, Eli and I get along too.”
“Not Luke?” I arch an eyebrow. She didn’t get a chance to collect them all? Poor girl.
“Sadly, no. Sidney told me to back off.” Angela shrugs. “She threatened to make me a social outcast, so I didn’t pursue him. That bitch doesn’t play.”
I figured that out without Sidney saying a word. Those cheerleaders have a superiority complex. I noticed Hannah wore my jersey today. She didn’t look happy about it. She glared at Harper in the hallway.
Guess Hannah got over whatever little crush she had on me when she couldn’t get me to rise to her attention.
“So have you guys fucked Harper yet?” Angela leans into me conspiratorially. “I mean, she’s a virgin, not a saint.”
I lean back in my chair and study the overdone doll next to me. Her hair is curled, and she wears more makeup than Harper. Her outfit is almost a size too small for her, emphasizing her breasts and hips.
I can see why the guys would have used her to scratch an itch. She’s got a nice body and if she’s this forward, she’d make for an easy lay. She smiles when she notices me checking her out.
“You aren’t part of the whole deal with her anyway, right?” Angela bites on the end of her pen. “After all, you weren’t there the day they claimed her in the cafeteria.”
“The whole deal?” I want to know what the rumor mill knows. Or what it thinks it knows.
“She’s the last virgin in our class, so of course they had to make her think she’s special. But obviously once the deed is done, they’ll be back on the market and screwing all of us again.” She pauses and gives me a pouty smile. “But not me. I’m ready for fresh blood.”
Her breast brushes against my arm. I ignore it.
“Where did you get your information?” That’s not the deal as I know it or as Harper knows it. Who’s giving this girl those ideas?
“Hannah and Ashley were talking in gym class last week.” Angela twirls her hair. “Besides, even if she puts out, she can't be as good as those of us with experience.”
Yeah, I'm not going to even justify that with an answer. She doesn’t seem to mind and continues on.
“Look, the girls in this school understand the pecking order. We’relucky the top bitches let us play with their men to keep them satisfied.” Angela gives me a flirty look. “One girl couldn’t handle the full brunt of the horsemen.”
I make a noncommittal noise, neither confirming nor denying. My gaze drifts to Harper. Her head is down as she works.
Yesterday was ridiculous. Eight times. I’m not sure what the others expect from her, but if yesterday is any indication, we’ll wear the poor girl out.
Angela smiles slyly when she catches me looking at Harper.
“You know there’s a betting pool.” She leans in close. “I’d love the inside scoop. Some girls say she gave it up last week. There was a closet incident Friday…”
I pull out a sketch pad, wanting more info, and she’ll just spill it all if I let her talk.
“All four of them had her in there.” Angela’s cheeks flush and her eyes darken. “Could you imagine being surrounded by them?”
I furrow my brow. “Not my kind of fantasy.”
Though I’ve been in a similar situation with everyone in the shower on Sunday morning. Everyone naked and wet, with Harper in the middle. I can’t wait to have her to myself.
