Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

I throw my hands up as Bentley releases me. “What? She started it! And who the hell are you anyway?”

A round of snickers passes through the crowd.

The man narrows his beady eyes. “I’m Headmaster Davis. And you are not getting off to a good start, young lady. You have exactly twenty minutes to get cleaned up.”

The man storms out of the dining room without another word.

“Shit, new girl,” Bentley says as he swings his heavy arm over my shoulder. “That was hot AF, but you’re in deep shit. The headmaster don’t play when people throw punches on campus. You gotta save that shit for when there’re no witnesses.” He leans into my ear. “Nice panties, by the way. Lace looks good on you.”

I push his arm off. “Pig.”

He winks. “Oink, oink, baby.”

Ainsley weaves in between us. “Move, Bentley. Are you okay, Jazz?”

I pull my long hair over my shoulder and wring it out over the floor. “I’m fine. Stupid bitch wouldn’t know how to throw a solid punch if her life depended on it.”

Ainsley’s eyes widen as she shucks off her blazer. “I have a spare uniform in my locker that you can borrow. Here, put this on for now.”

I follow her gaze and sure enough, my white dress shirt is completely see-through. And of course, I’m wearing a sheer red bra because my shirt is thick enough that it wasn’t a problem when it was dry. Now, not so much. As I’m buttoning Ainsley’s jacket, I make the mistake of looking up to find three sets of eyes staring at my chest.

I narrow my eyes at Kingston, Reed, and Bentley. “Grow up, dickheads. They’re nipples—we all have them.”

Kingston returns my glare, Bentley wags his eyebrows and winks, and Reed looks like he couldn’t possibly be more bored, which seems to be his default setting.

I roll my eyes when I see Whitney and Imogen fawning all over my stepsister as the three of them exit the room. I have no doubt Peyton’s going to play the victim card and milk this for all it’s worth.

Now that the fight is over, the other students return to their tables and resume eating their lunch as if nothing happened.

I turn to leave, but Kingston steps in front of me, blocking my path. “Dumb move, Jasmine.”

I flip him off. “Fuck you and fuck your bitch ass girlfriend. You two deserve each other.”

I grab Ainsley’s elbow. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

CHAPTER NINE

JAZZ

“I am sorely disappointed in you, young lady. It’s bad enough you injured your sister, but you embarrassed this family.” Sperm Donor frowns. “How am I supposed to explain why any daughter of mine would behave like this?”

Charles summoned me to his study the moment he got home. He’s been reading me the riot act for the past five minutes, and it’s taking everything in me to remain calm.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that Peyton started it by dumping ice water all over me.”

Charles leans back in his chair. “She said it was an accident.”

I scoff. “Really? She accidentally picked up my water glass, accidentally raised it above my head, and accidentally flipped it over? You can’t possibly believe that.”

“Why would she lie? Peyton has zero history of violence.” He opens the top drawer of his desk and pulls out a file. “According to this, you cannot say the same.”

I crane my neck, trying to see what’s in the folder. “What is that?”

He flips through some papers. “A standard dossier. School records, housing records, criminal background check. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in a physical altercation at school.”

What the fuck? Who the hell keeps a file on their kid?

“I was in one fight at school and I didn’t start that one either.”