It surprises me that he has it in him. He looks more nerdy than alpha, and as much as he’s yelling at me, it’s turning me on. I find myself leaning toward him unconsciously.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I calmly reply, forcing myself to sit up straight.
That does not help the matter.
“I mean, I’ve searched everywhere, and I mean everywhere and all I can come up with is a handful of details. Hacking is my game Sakura, I’m the best, so tell me what you did to erase your records?” He’s furious.
I don’t think now’s the time to ask, but Sakura? What does that mean?
I have no idea what he’s talking about, I haven’t wiped any of my details. I tell him this and he slams his fist down on the arm rest between us, right next to where my arm is resting, but I don’t flinch.
“Don’t fucking play with me, it will not end well for you,” he grinds through his teeth.
I don’t know what he expects me to say, seeing as I’m telling the truth. The venom in his eyes tells me I’m not going anywhere until he has answers. Why is he even trying to investigate my background?
You mister, just lost some of your hotness.
“Look, I don’t know you or why the fuck you’re trying to look into my background, but I definitely don’t owe you shit. I don’t know what information you would find either way, because whoever did wipe it, wasn’t me and they didn’t tell me either. Now back the fuck off,” I growl back at him.
Luckily for me, I feel the car come to a stop and I realize we’re outside the academic buildings. With that I swing the car door open, before Ian can even get out of the car, and slam the door behind me. I round the trunk, banging it for Ian to get the hint and open it. He must have a button, because it opens before his door does, and I make quick work of getting my case out of the compartment.
Looking around I see Red waving and I make straight for her, not willing to glance back.
Great start, fucking fantastic.
Criteria for the males of Ace is to be hot as fuck and a complete dick.
Three out of four confirmed. Ugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
(Luna)
Standing with Red, I take in everyone around us. They’re all gathered in groups and cliques in the open space between the two academic buildings. Both are the same size with classic brick walls and large stone steps leading up to the entries.
I can feel a lot of eyes on me since I stormed out of the Rolls. They don’t know what to make of me and it’s clearly unsettling them that I’m not standing with the others from Ace. Red wasn’t wrong when she said they rule over everyone, no one dares stand too close to them, but every student here is aware of their presence.
Out of nowhere a bell rings, gaining everyone’s attention. Red jumps comically, like a few others, making me chuckle. She tries to give me a stern look, but it just causes a bubble of laughter to burst out of me.
The group of girls next to us are looking our way with wide eyes. I can’t tell whether they’re scared I’m laughing because I’m crazy, or because they think I’m about to hurt them, but I don’t pay them any attention.
Red gives me a small nudge and nods in the direction of the entrance where Barbette Dietrichson stands, at the top of the steps, glaring at me for all to see.
Fantastic.
I don’t react I just continue to stare in her direction, but with my sunglasses on she can’t truly know if I’m actually looking.
“Good morning everyone, introductions aren’t really required. I know you’re all well aware of who I am, but for formality's sake, my name is Barbette Dietrichson. I’m the Head here at Featherstone Academy. You may address me as Mrs. Dietrichson.”
You may address me? You’re not the fucking Queen of England.
Fuck off.
I’m glad my eyes are covered because I can’t help but eye roll at her shit.
Sadly, she continues, “I hope you all use this opportunity to the fullest. Featherstone has bred some fine graduates who lead powerful and fulfilling lives once they have graduated. That being said, you are all here for many different reasons, those reasons are your sole focus. Know your place, follow the rules and you will succeed, it’s simple really, but not all of you will survive. Hopefully, we’ll be able to say you died trying though,” she sweetly finishes, with her eye’s locked on me. Watching for my reaction to the possibility of death, but she won’t get one.
She holds her stare long enough for others around us to follow her line of sight.
She’s just painted a target on my back, and she knows it. I can literally feel hundreds of eyes tearing me apart, but I won’t back down. Instead, I raise my glasses to the top of my head and continue to stare at her. Letting her see she has my attention, along with the fact that I’m not afraid, and I’m not backing down.
That earns me a sneer as she saunters down the steps, climbing into a nearby car.
I could do with a minute to gather myself, but I won’t get it surrounded by all these people who are still staring at me. I drop my glasses back down to hide my eyes from them all and nod my head in the direction of the entrance, for Red to follow.
She takes the hint and we walk through the sea of people, oozing confidence. I make sure to put extra sass in my hips when I climb the stairs. As fake as it may be, these people don’t know that, and they
