The bell rang to mark the end of class and I pushed to my feet without bothering to grab any of my crap. Squits was shovelling his books and pens back into his bag as fast as he could, but it wasn’t quick enough to stop me from reaching him before he could leave.
I clamped a hand on his shoulder and he whimpered as he looked up at me. And I knew it made me a total fucking asshole, but it felt so fucking good to know I wielded power like that. Especially over the Unspeakables. Their crimes had bought them this treatment, so I didn’t even have to feel a modicum of guilt over my actions when I needed an outlet for my inner vindictive asshole.
I looked over at Tatum, catching her eye. “Be a lamb, Cinders, and grab mine and Saint’s stuff to take back to The Temple,” I asked sweetly.
“Seriously?” she huffed, though she knew that commands from any of us were always serious.
I hadn’t really been doling out commands since the night we’d all killed for her. Or if I was being totally honest, I hadn’t been doing it much since I’d dragged her out to an unmarked grave and pointed a gun at her.
My chest tightened up into a knot as I thought of that night, of the fear in her eyes and the awful feeling of being entirely out of control which had consumed me. I’d fucked up. Seriously, utterly, beyond all reason of a doubt, fucked up. And I wanted to use the excuse that I’d been out of my mind with grief, that I’d been drowning in it, lost and hurting so much that I’d barely even realised what I was doing until I was out there, standing over her with that fucking gun in my hand. But it was no excuse. I was just glad that suddenly it had become so clear. Looking into her eyes and seeing the fear I’d caused her had been this insane wake up call. And thank fuck it had been. I just wished I’d come to my senses sooner. Before I’d put her through that shit. So now, there wasn’t any way I was planning on putting her through any more.
“I’m sure Kyan will help you carry it. He likes to play the knight in shining armour,” I teased, wondering if she’d notice I’d just pretty much given her an out for the job I’d set.
“Sure thing, baby,” Kyan agreed. “I’ll carry all of your shit for you, so long as you suck my dick to thank me for it.”
“I’d sooner choke on my own vomit,” she hissed back at him and he laughed darkly.
“How’s this then? I’ll carry all of this shit back to The Temple, but tonight, you have to give me one, genuine compliment.”
Tatum’s face twisted like the idea of doing that caused her actual pain, but she glanced at Mila then agreed with a huff. “Fine. I’m going for my study time in the library now. I’ll be back in time for pizza night.”
“Looking forward to it,” Kyan replied with a smirk which said he thought he’d won a point against her.
“Perfect,” Tatum agreed before sweeping everything from mine and Saint’s desks onto the floor and striding out of the room with a shocked Mila at her side. “Have fun picking that up,” she called, her laughter sailing back to us from the corridor as most of the class disappeared.
Mr Helix cast a look my way as I still sat immobilising Squits but as our eyes met, I arched a questioning brow at him and he left too, offering Squits an apologetic look before abandoning him to the sinner in me.
“Pick all of that shit up,” I commanded him as Kyan lazed in his chair without a care in the world. I guessed Tatum hadn’t really thought her cunning plan through – obviously Kyan wouldn’t get down on the floor grabbing all that crap himself.
Squits rushed to obey, crawling around on the floor as he scrambled to collect everything.
I stood and moved to Helix’s desk, retrieving the remains of his coffee which had gone cold in his mug, instant coffee granules still floating in it.
A few of the football team were lingering to watch the show and Deepthroat was hesitating by the door, watching Squits with fearful eyes as he hurried to stack all of mine and Saint’s stuff together before placing them in our bags and handing them to Kyan.
“Drop your pants, Squits,” I instructed lazily.
The little dude with his lanky black hair only hesitated a moment before unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers to his ankles. I could actually see him shaking and I sighed in disappointment. This was too easy. Like shooting fish in a barrel. It was so much less satisfying goading someone with no backbone.
Luckily for me, he had a pair of crisp, tighty whities on so at least my plan wouldn’t be thwarted by dark underwear.
I strode towards him, circling around until I stood behind him where I yanked the waistband of his underwear wide and was gifted a view of his pasty ass crack before I dumped the cold coffee down the back of them.
Squits whimpered as the brown liquid soaked through his white underwear and ran down the backs of his legs, staining them with a wide, brown mark.
The footballers whooped and laughed at the sight of him, but even this prank didn’t really do anything to lessen the emptiness in me. I mean, yeah, it was fucking hilarious, but it just didn’t matter somehow.
I sighed again and decided to give up on this route of medicine.
“You’re going to walk back to your dorm with your pants around
