Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

Charles fucking Carrington enrolled me in an all-boys school.

Fucking perfect.

Chapter 6

Eyes track my every movement as I silently wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. This is fucking insane. What kind of arrogant asshat enrolls a girl into a boys school? But on top of that, what kind of dean accepts the request, especially when the chicks school is just a thirty-second drive down the road?

I’ve never been so humiliated. No wonder that guy was giving me a weird look this morning. There I was, assuming that he was thinking he was superior or wondering what my pussy tastes like when in reality, he was probably wondering what the fuck I was doing walking the corridors of his all-boys school in the same fucking uniform.

Damn it. I can only imagine what kind of bullshit is going to come from this. I knew it wasn’t as simple as being enrolled in school and being sent off for a good day. There’s always more to the story when you’re an arrogant billionaire with strings to pull.

I was played like a fucking puppet. Not even a heads up about the humiliation I was about to walk into. I can only imagine what kind of torture I’m going to get from the guys here. On the plus side, at least I won’t have to deal with the girls’ bitchiness every day.

The only positive that’s come out of this so far is seeing that look on Colton’s face this morning when I told him what school I was enrolled at. I didn’t understand his confusion and frustration at the time but now I do, and just knowing how my being here is going to grate on his nerves everyday kind of makes it worth it.

What is with my sick need to get under his skin? I only met the turd yesterday morning and already my desire to make his life a living hell is quickly taking over my mind.

I try to put the thought to the back of my mind. After all, I’m about to walk into the lion’s den. Did Charles not even consider what this place is going to be like for a girl? Especially a girl like me? A girl who isn’t even close to being on the same level as these guys. I mean, come on! I know I talk a big game, but when there are hundreds of rich boys all staring down at me, picturing me naked on my knees in a dirty supply closet, things couldn’t possibly go well.

“So, what’s your deal?” Milo asks me as he starts leading me through the school, taking me on the tour that I’d rather not be on, especially considering the way everyone is gawking at me. It’s as though they’ve never seen a chick before. I feel like I need a sign above my head in flashing lights stating ‘Yes, I am a chick, and yes, that means I have tits and a pussy under this uniform. Now that you’re certain, QUIT FUCKING STARING!’

“I don’t have a deal,” I tell him, keeping my eyes forward and scanning over all the bodies I pass, taking a mental note of who I think is going to be a problem. For the record, I haven’t found too many yet. There are a few guys mentally undressing me, a few curious glances, but so far none who look like they’re about to organize a gang bang and not let me in on the secret until it’s already too late. What would it matter though, these guys are the type to just pay off some fancy lawyer and make it all go away.

I’m in big fucking trouble here.

All I can hope for is that these guys party with the girls down the road as much as they physically can. I’m hoping those chicks are as slutty as they come and help these guys get their rocks off as often as possible. The last thing I need is unwanted sexual attention from these dimwits. It’s hard enough trying to keep Nic at bay, let alone a whole school of horny dudes.

I wonder how Nic is going to feel about this? No doubt he’s going to text me this afternoon wanting to know how it went at my new fancy private school. This is going to make his blood boil. I can only imagine how it’s going to go down and it’s not going to be pretty.

Milo scoffs beside me and I remember that he’s in the middle of trying to start a conversation. “No offense girl, but you definitely have a deal. Your nails look like they haven’t been seen to in months, your hair is in need of some good loving, your tan actually looks real, and you reek of poverty. You’re not from around here and there’s no way you could possibly afford the fees for this school. You have a deal and it’s a big one, so spill. What’s going on?”