Page 137 of Twisted Fate

“Don’t forget it either. Now, fuck. Off.”

I shoved her back and watched her scurry away towards one of the other girls, who I think was named Danika.

I’d lost count of all the fake bitches there, seriously.

Hunter groaned, adjusting his dick with no shame whatsoever.

“Now I have to walk around with a boner all day again. Want to fix it for me, hot shot?”

“I hear a punch in the junk usually sorts it out?” I offered sweetly, a cringe setting firmly on his face.

“You’re a real mean bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“I’ve been told I’m a bit of a hard-ass,” I chuckled, making Caden smirk.

“You can be a little unapproachable at times, sure. What are you guys up to tonight? Ty and I are heading to his house for a party, if you want to come along?”

Hunter perked up at that.

Bastard.

“I heard you guys throw some wicked rich boy parties.”

“We think they’re pretty good,” Caden grinned cockily, keeping his gaze on me. “So, how about it, Rory? You want to come along?”

“I might stop in for a bit. Will there be a bottle of whisky waiting for me?” I asked slyly.

He rolled his eyes but smiled.

“You know I’ve got you. There’s always a bottle waiting for you, no matter where the party’s at.”

“Then I’ll be there,” I promised, just as something suddenly soft hit me from behind.

Before I could react, Skeeter’s voice cut through the air behind me like a knife.

The fuck was he doing at school?

“Who the fuck threw that? Speak up, you pieces of shit!”

My fucking hero.

I turned to see him with Diesel and a few other Psychos close behind, and I gave them a warm smile.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?”

Skeeter kept glaring at everyone around the room before finally looking at me, a smirk hitting his face.

“Nothing, babe. Just figured we’d stop in to have lunch with you.”

“Did you sign in like a good boy?” I asked with an amused snort, making Diesel grin as Skeeter replied, his face the picture of innocence.

“C’mon, you know I’m a good boy,” he joked as they all moved towards the tables close by to sit down.

Once comfortable, Skeeter glanced at Hunter, speaking quietly.

“Can you run her around to Slash’s place after classes? I sorted out all the shit with the will, but I need her to know what’s going on with it, okay?”

Hunter leaned back with a shit-eating grin, patting my thigh to taunt him.