Arabella blushed under her five coatings of makeup and insecurities, but didn’t break character. She knew how to fake it—unlike Lenora, who was too real for her own good.

“Why don’t I suck your cock in front of Emma Watson’s Goth twin? Let’s see if you caught feelings. It’s been long overdue, anyway. You did take me on a family vacation, did you not?”

Fucking Indiana.

Everyone in my family was on my case after that. Nobody bought our relationship. They all wondered who I was trying to piss off.

Myself, I wanted to scream. I deserve a piece of shit like Arabella, so that’s who I invited.

Arabella’s lifelong goal was sucking my cock. She put more effort into her cause than most researchers working to cure cancer. Unfortunately, her sheer desire to please me made her a boner-slaughterer of the highest degree. I’d get turned on by a baboon trying to lick its own armpit before considering dipping my dick into her mouth.

But Arabella didn’t only want to suck me off. She also wanted to hurt Lenora, who never bowed down to her Queen B status and had slapped her at her own party.

I happened to have a dog in this fight, too.

Good Girl thought she was too good for me. Maybe she was right, but it was time to teach her a lesson. I was going to take every single thing she loved and cared about. Not because she interested me, of course, but because she was a means to an end. A way to get what I wanted.

Both kisses had been mistakes.

The first one, in the janitor’s room, was to calm her the fuck down and prove a point—that I could have her if I wanted her.

The second one was human error.

I was drunk, busted up like a piñata, and she was there, piecing me back together. Literally. Not metaphorically. I refused to grow a vagina like Knight, who was a total fucking goner for Luna, the girl next (to his) door.

I wasn’t going to make a third mistake, and the sooner Lenora knew that, the less chance I’d have to gain another pathetic stalker.

Plus, it fucked me up to think I hadn’t gone all the way with Alice in the janitor’s room. I always went all the way, and Lenora couldn’t continue screwing shit up for me.

“Spen-cer! Spen-cer! Spen-cer! Spen-cer!” People threw their balled fists in the air, chanting in the circle formed around us.

It was nine o’clock in the morning, and way too goddamn early for anything that wasn’t coffee and a bullet to the head. But Arabella wanted to suck me off, and everybody wanted to see it.

I glanced at Good Girl. Her eyes glittered with rage. She’d never witnessed me getting a blow job. Yet.

Her eyes said, Don’t you dare.

Mine answered, Fuck off.

Students cupped their mouths, barking, howling, snickering between them. It was one last hurrah before I pissed off from this town for good. Why not?

I pushed the tip of my boot toward Arabella.

“Kiss it first.”

This was where it was supposed to end. I didn’t think she’d do it. Arabella had a reputation to uphold. But I’d underestimated how far she would go to hurt Lenora. She strutted her way to me on her studded heels, stopping when we were toe-to-toe. She sank to her knees, placing her glossy lips on the tip of my muddied boot.

Everybody took pictures of that shit. I looked between Lenora and Arabella. There was a story behind this, more than just this BJ.

This wasn’t about riding someone’s dick. No. This was personal.

Revenge.

What did Lenora do to Arabella?

I glanced at Astalis with a smirk. Her expression made me want to throw up, but she said nothing.

Step forward and end this, my eyes challenged her. She looked like fire, radiating heat from across the room with her gaze alone.

But she didn’t move an inch. She just watched and let it happen.

Arabella looked up, grinning at me in triumph.

“Unzip, Spence.” She put her hand to my crotch. I swatted it away.

“If I don’t come, you won’t be able to show your face in this town again,” I warned.

Why the fuck did Lenora pretend to care? She said she’d never be with me, and meant it. But now she looked like she’d kill me if I went through with it. Which, naturally, made me want to do it even more.

“Daddy bought my way into a fancy school already. After that, I’m probably headed to Miami. Cali is so basic these days.”

Everybody laughed. Everybody other than one girl.

“Soren, Hunter, guard for teachers.” Knight sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He always had my back. He shot me a glance, shaking his head. “You’re such an asshole, V. I’m just waiting for a bitch to bring you down. Hopefully she’ll stab your ass in the process.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Cole.” I smirked.