When I’m done, I slump back down on the cold porcelain floor, feeling dizzy and achy all over. I’m cold. So cold, I’m shivering, my teeth chattering like I’m standing in an artic wind. I crawl over to the shower, reach up, and turn the hot water on before clambering inside on my hands and knees.
The water pounds down on me as I lay in the fetal position, trying to work out what the fuck is going on. I don’t remember much about last night after meeting the brunette. There were many drinks, sex, and by the way I’m feeling now, drugs, but the memories are hazy at best.
I can only hope I didn’t fuck up my chance with The Elite by being a complete asshole.
I lay there until I finally feel warm enough, then I sit up slowly before peeling my clothes off. Because yes, I slept in my own clothes too, shoes and everything. The dizziness begins to pass, and I slowly stand and wash myself.
I’m supposed to start school today, but I’m not sure I’ll even make it to my first class. I’m already registered thanks to Maxwell, and he’s even had the curtesy of leaving me my class list and a pile of paperwork that needs to be signed and taken to the counselor’s office. Money can buy you whatever you want, and despite the term already starting, Maxwell made sure his money bought me a place at St. Augustine .
I’m dressed and trying to force some eggs and coffee down my throat when Sabella comes into the kitchen. She pauses in her steps and grimaces at me, and I give her the middle finger. I’m in the main house since there’s nothing to eat in the pool house, and she slows her steps as she comes up to me.
I’m back to wearing my jeans and leather jacket again, my hair flopping over my eyes because I couldn’t be fucked to do anything with it.
“Wow,” she says, continuing toward the coffee pot.
“Wow?” I reply dryly.
“Yeah, wow. You really look like crap, Sammy. That’s going to be a great first impression.”
I turn in my seat to glare at her. “Why, thank you, sis. That was just the look I was going for today—crap with a splash of go fuck yourself.” She raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything. I turn back to look at my eggs.
My stomach still feels queasy, but the painkillers are starting to kick in and ease the headache. I know I’ll feel better once I eat something, but actually getting the eggs from the plate to my mouth is a whole other story. I can normally handle my booze, so I can’t fathom what the fuck made me feel so bad today. I hear Sab rummaging around behind me, but choose to ignore her in favor of poking my eggs around my plate and trying not to throw up.
She finally sits down opposite me and slides a glass toward me. “Drink it.”
I grimace as I look at the raw eggs cracked into the glass and push it back toward her. “I think I’ll pass.”
She smirks and tuts. “Little brother, trust me on this. If Dad sees you looking like that, he’s going to drop you straight off at an AA meeting. No passing go, no collecting two-hundred dollars. You’re done for. Drink the eggs and get to school. Do what you need to do today, get an early night, and remember drinking on a school night is never a good idea,” she says with a smirk and a wag of her finger. She’s trying to keep it light, but there’s worry in her tone. I don’t blame her. Everything I’m doing, I’m doing for her. Maxwell is a bullshit father, but as long as his attention is focused on me, he’s leaving her alone.
She stands up before I can reply and walks back out of the kitchen.
I scowl after her, then reach for the gruesome egg concoction. There were at least three raw eggs in it, but I can’t look too closely without feeling queasy again. Picking it up, I throw the contents of the glass to the back of my throat and force myself to swallow the slime without gagging.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m by my car, ready to go to school, and feeling a little more alert thanks to the eggs Sab gave me. Always knew she was the smartest out of us. I look across, seeing Maxwell’s Ferrari back where she rightfully belongs, and wonder how she got back here. There’s no way in hell I would have driven fucked up on booze and drugs. That’s just something I won’t ever do.
Come to think of it, how the hellhadI gotten home?
I assumed I jumped in a cab, but that wouldn’t explain the Ferrari being back. I drag a hand through my hair and decide to think on it some more later. Right now, I need to get to school before I screw up my first day and let Sabella down.
I slide my hand into my jacket pocket to pull out my keys when something falls out and lands by my shoe. Reaching down, I pick it up and look at the gold coin with the skull embossed on one side with a frown. I turn it over in my hand, seeing the words THE ELITE SEVEN embossed on the other side.
“Fuck,” I murmur, looking around me. For who or what, I don’t know.
A slow smile creeps up my face as I turn the coin over and over in my hand.
I’m in. I’m fucking in.
At least I hope that’s what the coin means.
Shoving it back into my pocket, I feel something else in there and pull it out. It’s a small white business card with some coordinates and a time on it. I turn it over, but there’s nothing else.
I drag a hand through my hair and try to stifle the huge, shit-eating grin on my face in case I’m being watched. I unlock my car and climb inside before setting off for school in a better mood than when I woke up.
Ipull up into the parking lot of St. Augustine’s and get out. My hangover has all but dispersed, though I still have major fucking blank spots in my memory of last night. But I practically have a fucking skip in my step as I head across the grounds, barely taking in the huge building and many students milling about. I missed the start of term, but good old Maxwell had everything smoothed over for me to start late. It’s only a couple weeks, but I’ll no doubt have a lot of catching up to do if I don’t want to get thrown out. And If I’m in The Elite, I need to be here.
I head into the main school building, nodding to a couple girls who’re staring at me like they want to choke on my dick in the middle of the hallway. I smirk and continue to my first class. Maybe this school isn’t going to be so bad after all. The school grounds are huge, with several buildings all across the campus, but the counselor’s office and all faculty offices are in the central building.
I’ve never had a problem getting laid, but these past couple months, I’ve been even more of a pussy magnet. Dressing like the ultimate bad boy is apparently every rich girl’s wet dream. Fucking suits me too.
