“Guess I’ll follow the rest of your pants out the window, Ky!” I shouted and the sound of heavy footfalls pounded after me.
I made it into his room, shoving the window open, swinging one leg out when firm hands dragged me back. I found Kyan holding me, whipping me around to face Blake across the room who had the baseball bat in his grip.
“Stop or I’ll kill the hostage,” Kyan taunted, sliding a hand around my throat. “I could snap her neck in one movement.”
I knew he was joking, but it still sent a tremor up my spine because I had the feeling he was entirely capable of doing that.
Blake lifted the bat like it was a gun, shutting one eye as if he was aiming down the barrel. “I’ve never missed a target in my life, motherfucker.”
Saint pushed through the door, silently slinking in behind Blake and holding two fingers to his temple like a gun. “Drop it, asshole.”
I snorted a laugh as Blake dropped the bat and lifted his hands in surrender.
“Kill the hostage,” Saint commanded Kyan and I screamed as he threw me on the bed, falling over me and starting to tickle me. Blake dived on me too, both of them tickling me everywhere and making me scream for mercy as pained laughs racked through my body.
“St-stop n-not funny!” I choked out through my laughter.
“Then why are you laughing, baby?” Kyan asked, his eyes glittering with amusement.
He ripped my pants off, getting off the bed as Blake caught my wrists and pinned me down beneath his chest. I gasped as he suddenly pressed his mouth to mine, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he crushed me into Kyan’s bed. My tongue met his and a moan left me as he clawed the elastic out of my hair and ran his fingers through it like he couldn’t get enough of me. He tasted sweet like my golden boy, the one I’d nearly fallen for all those weeks ago. But I could taste the darkness in him too, lacing my tongue with bitterness as well and I drowned in the space between it all.
When he pulled back, I was flustered and overly aware of Saint and Kyan watching us, both of them looking ready to kill someone.
I pushed Blake’s chest to make him get off of me and tugged my skirt down to cover my thighs.
“Punish him, then,” Saint snapped and I frowned, looking to Blake. I was tired of punishing him for kisses I wanted. Craved on a daily basis. So maybe it was time for a change…
I got to my feet, feeling Kyan’s scowl burning into my head as I walked past Saint and felt the three of them trailing after me to the kitchenette. I picked up a pen on my way there, pausing in front of the fridge and chewing my lip as I prepared to do something I never would have considered in a thousand years until now. I lifted my hand and struck off the rule No Kissing, then I tossed the pen on the counter and spun around to find the three of them caging me in as they stared at what I’d done.
I cleared my throat, pushing through the middle of Blake and Kyan before grabbing my school bag and heading for the door. “See you later.”
I took one more glance over my shoulder at them as Blake scraped a hand through his hair, smirking while Kyan continued to glower. Shame you don’t kiss school girls, huh asshole? Not that I’d kiss you anyway.
Saint suddenly bitch slapped Blake in the face. “That’s for the kiss. You did it before she struck out the rule.”
“Worth it,” Blake laughed and Saint scowled.
I kicked my shoes on and hurried outside, unable to wipe the grin off my face as I went. Those boys were a world of trouble, but sometimes…they were a world of fun too.
***
As the day I was due to meet my dad drew closer, I started to grow anxious about how I was going to get off campus. And if I could manage it, was I really going to come back here afterwards? Maybe my dad didn’t want me following him, and if he really refused then I knew I wouldn’t be able to go with him. But that didn’t mean I had to come back to Everlake. Once I was outside of these walls, I could go anywhere. Was I prepared to do that though? Up and leave this place forever? Leave Monroe? And the others…what would they think?
I didn’t want to explore the ache in my chest at the thought of making that decision. I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t want to. Mostly, I was avoiding thinking about it altogether. I’ll know when I’m out of here. Things will be clearer once I see Dad.
I walked into English class, my stomach growling for lunch already. Just one more lesson and I could eat. Not that my meals were whole lot of fun when Saint allowed me salads or soups for lunch still. I had to admit though, I was getting some pretty nice ab definition since I’d been forced onto his no fun diet and spent several evenings a week training. It wasn’t all bad. Especially now I got pizza once a week and junk food when staying with Monroe.
Mila sat beside me and the Night Keepers filled the row behind us like guard dogs. If they were X-Men, Saint would be Cyclops with laser eyes that melted people’s brains from fifty
