BIANCA
“Ihate economics class,” Aubrey grumbled as we walked through the courtyard. “Is Anderson making your life miserable too? Tell me he is and I’m not just a dumb shit.”
“B has a four-oh,” Vincent said from beside me.
Aubrey groaned again.
“How did you know?” I asked, frowning at him.
“I know everything about you, baby B,” he said easily, giving me a smile. “You didn’t think we took you on without doing our research, did you?”
I sighed. That didn’t surprise me.
“Well, you’re lucky. I’m riding the struggle bus.” Aubrey stopped with us at the vending machine.
I got an apple juice after Vincent slid some money in before I could. He shot me a wink.
“I can probably help you if you need it,” I offered as Vincent snagged my juice from me and opened it before handing it back.
“No,” she said. “Lance Larkin is in my hour. He’s a super brain and super hot. Maybe I can get him to tutor me in my room.”
“Suck his dick,” Vincent said.
Aubrey laughed.
“Vinny,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.
Aubrey was more at ease with Vincent than she was with Levin or Dominic. I knew Dominic scared the shit out of her, and Levin put her on edge because he was always pissed off. When Vincent was my guard, she laughed and chattered more.
“What?” Vincent grinned. “I’d do anything you wanted if you sucked my dick, B. You know that.”
“I’ll keep that in my arsenal for when I ask him,” Aubrey said with a laugh before she bid us goodbye and went to sit with Emy.
We reached our table and plopped down. I looked around the courtyard and saw Fallon sitting with the lords. He was staring off into space as Blair, one of Stella’s friends, talked to him. He nodded occasionally, but I knew he wasn’t listening. His gaze caught mine. The impassive look on his face didn’t change, but his stare did sweep over me before he turned away like I was just another girl.
I knew he was playing his part. My cheeks heated when I thought about him kissing me and then watching while Dominic got me off. Fallon's face turned back in my direction, and a tiny, knowing smirk cut his lips upward before he looked away again.
“Wasp,” Dominic’s deep voice greeted my ears.
He held his hand out to me. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. He slid his tray onto the table as he sat. Once he was situated, he tugged me across his lap and turned my face to his for a kiss.
When I pressed my mouth to his, I earned a deep growl of approval from him. He nipped my bottom lip before he pulled away.
I leaned into him. He gave me a squeeze before he released me and handed me a fork for the salad he’d gotten me.
“Thank you,” I said.
He said nothing. He just nodded to my salad as a way to tell me to eat. I dug in, listening as he engaged Vincent in conversation.
“How’s the day going?”
“Nothing incredibly interesting happening,” Vincent said. “Wish I liked salad like B does though.”
“Why don’t you get something to eat?” I asked after swallowing my lettuce.
“It’s spaghetti day, and that shit isn’t real spaghetti,” Vincent muttered.
Dominic nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t feed that slop to Ivanov.”
“Looks like you don’t have to,” I said.
Hail was chewing a forkful of his spaghetti lunch as he listened to Tate. I quickly looked away, hating those assholes.
“Trash consuming trash,” Vincent muttered.
“Hey,” Levin said, sliding into his seat.
I peeked up as Celeste stopped next to him.