Giggles escape me. “I swore I told you. Maybe I forgot in all the chaos.”
“Uh, yeah, you did, heffa.”
Moving through the hall toward calc, I plead my case. “My bad. We can have another movie night this weekend, and you can help me pick my dress for this stupid society event. A stylist is supposed to stop by the house,” I reply. Scrunching my lips, I pout, hoping it will save me from her mock ire.
“Fine, you’re lucky I like you,” she snarks as we take our seats.
“You’re still here? I was hoping you’d disappear,” Sam’s irritating voice whines from the back of the room.
After what almost happened to me yesterday, I’d think what she said was suspicious, but whoever is doing this is a different level of crazy.
Sam’s annoying, like flies circling shit, but she’s not a psychotic mastermind.
“And I hoped you’d finally develop a personality. Alas, neither of us appear to be getting what we want,” I retort.
Scowling, she gesticulates her arms and snarls, “You stupid bitch, you think you can just come to my town and try to make a fool of me and take them? I’ve got news for you, skank. I run this town. No matter what those guys think. I run shit here, and if you think I am going to let—” Owen’s entrance to the class cuts her off before she can finish her sentence, his laser focus silencing her.
Wes and the guys walk in, and Sam looks away.
“I know you weren’t running your mouth again, Davenport,” Wes states.
Not deterred by his question, she exclaims, “Wesley, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll fix the egregious error you’ve made in the selection.”
Wes doesn’t dignify her with a response. Instead, he heads for his seat, which is now on the opposite side of the room from hers. They’ve all gravitated to this side of the room.
Like déjà vu, a group of men in suits enter the classroom.
“Wait, they’re doing another one? I thought there were only five chosen?” I turn and ask Shay, but she looks just as confused as me.
“There has been a replacement made for Bethany Thompson,” the guy states.
Swinging my head to Sam’s side of the room, I see Bethany’s empty seat, but I don’t think much of it. She’s probably skipping because she’s being replaced and is embarrassed.
I almost second guess that thought when I see the melancholy on Summer and Megan’s faces. But as quick as the look was there, it morphs into feigned excitement for Samantha.
When I glance at her, she looks predatory. Like the rejection of her friend is the best news she’s received in her life.The bitch.Who celebrates at the expense of their friends.
The look of glee quickly melts into malevolence.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she shouts, rising from her seat. Again, just like last week. However, this time, her wrath is solely for the heirs, not me. “Trisha? You assholes picked Trisha Stewart over me?” She emits a growl that sounds otherworldly before picking up her book and launching it across the room.
Students duck, trying not to get caught in the crossfire.
Wes doesn’t even blink. His broad palm opens, clasping around the book like he just caught a small piece of candy.
As if realizing her folly, the color leaches from her face. Leaving all of her things on her desk, she stumbles backwards in her heels, when Wes finally speaks…saying only one word.
“Run.”
She pivots and takes off, knocking the shoulders of the men at the front of the room. However, Wes doesn’t move from his seat, he dips his head at one of the guys, and the guy races after her.
Shay’s chortle makes me twist in her direction. “Any day that wench runs screaming from the room is a good day, Ry, a good day indeed,” she says.
Arching a brow, I respond, “One of these days, you’re going to give me the whole story behind your beef with her.”
“Let’s just say she tried me and learned quickly not to ever do it again,” Shay snickers.
Now that Samantha is gone, it registers that the new pick is Trisha, Shay’s brother’s girlfriend.
