I crossed my hands over my chest and glowered at him. “Get out or I will call the cops,” my threat sounded weak to my own ears as I remembered Cian’s words.He’ll make you his bitch.
He leaned closer, those gray eyes piercing my soul. “Want me to give you the number?” This close, he was tall and muscular for a schoolboy but then again as footballers went, he was the right size, I supposed. We stared at each other for a full minute before his lips kicked up in a smirk. “I’m watching you, princess.”
Then he was gone, striding out the back door like he owned the place. Following him, I searched the back yard, wondering where he’d disappeared to. Given the high boundary wall there was no way he could’ve just vaulted over, could he? Chewing my bottom lip, I went back in and locked the door, making a mental note to have dad change the locks.
“Watching me?” I repeated his last words out loud. “Now, what have I done to earn that privilege,” I snorted before making my way back upstairs to finish dressing.
The last thing I needed was the attention of the star quarterback.
Chapter 15 - Levana
Given the first weekwent well, I was enamoured enough to try out the cafeteria, something I’d avoided at my old school. Not because the food wasn’t good but more for my sanity, given the dykes who ruled the place and their endless fat jokes, I stayed away.
The cafeteria was huge and looked like something out of some classic movie scene with everything being either green and silver, the school colours, off set with glass. Floor-to-ceiling windows opening into beautiful gardens, spotless tables that looked more like fancy restaurant décor, the fresh smell of citrus, it wasn’t your typical cafeteria.
I was starting to enjoy being here and finding me again. The only downside. Like all schools, Winthrop Royal was no different when it came to the touchable and the untouchables. You know the popular kids who deigned to call themselves the queen bees and their tag along asshole boyfriends. Not enough, I had to contend with the likes of Davien, there was also, as Cian advised, Samantha and her entourage of barbie wannabes who assumed they owned the entire school. Given we had a few subjects together, she’d passed one or two new girl snide remarks my way which I chose to ignore. But when she bestowed her bitchiness on Cian, I saw red. It looked like the remaining months of my senior year was about to test my tolerance like no other and it was just the beginning of the year.
My motto was to stay out of their way. How long my plan would remain on track, remained to be seen. So far, the only run in I’d had was an occasional snotty comment from Samantha. Once she figured I’d completely ignored her every time, she left me alone.
Now, I turned my attention to lunch. Being one of the last to arrive, there were no lines at the counters and the array of food looked appetizing. Grabbing myself a chicken salad and a slice of chocolate cake, I surveyed the room for a place to sit. Most of the tables were either full or half empty and even though I garnered a few curious stares, no-one offered me a spot. They looked away as I approached. This was why I hated cafeterias, the looks, the curiosity, the silent questions. They made me feel inferior, like I didn’t belong and why I stayed away, preferring my company if it came to that.
I would’ve left the room, if it wasn’t for Cian. She promised to join me in ten minutes after the homecoming dance committee meeting. I spotted two empty tables close to the window and walked to them. Even as I slid into the cushioned seat, I felt the stares and heard a few muffled sniggers. Not letting it bother me, I picked up my fork and drizzled dressing over the salad.
“Hey, new girl, you’re in my spot.”
I turned. Wes Langdon, one of the boys from my history class, stood behind me, his lips curled in a grimace with three other boys, giggling like silly kindergartens. I recognized one of them as Jordan, the class know-it-all according to Cian.
“Sorry, didn’t know this spot was taken.”
“Well, we’re willing to share a seat with you,” Jordan offered, surprising me, then he added, “for a price of course.”
“Maybe a foursome.” Wes lifted a brow, and I was too stunned to form a coherent reply. “I mean you’re curvier than my usual type, but you’ve got a nice ass and tits I wouldn’t mind riding my cock.”
“You’re not gonna get better than us,” Jordon moved closer, licking his lips as if savouring the idea.
God, barely one week and I was already encountering the losers in this school. Not bothering to reply, I rose, picked up my tray and moved to the other empty table next to them. Their laughter and further lewd comments attracted a few eyes. Ignoring all of them, I chose not to let them see how affected I was, while hoping no one had reserved my new table.
