[ eleven ] people like us
Following the directions that Michael gave her, Rose drove to his house. She stopped on the front curb and put the car into park. Her bright eyes looked towards the house and a gasp left her lips. It was a beautiful two story house with a marvelous garden at the front and a stone path that led all the way to the front doors of the house.
Michael caught her admiring the house like she was craving the lifestyle he had. That was how he knew he would get her. She liked pretending she was rich, and showing off expensive things. Perhaps he could get to her heart by buying her expensive presents. But for the time being, he had other ideas. Shooting her a smirk, he asked the third year girl everyone knew as Posh Bitch, "Do you want to come in? I can give you a grand tour of my bedroom."
He knew that if he really wanted to, he could easily blackmail her into sleeping with him. She was so desperate to continue being accepted by The Bitches that he was certain she was not above doing anything to keep her position with them.
But he wasn't the type to take advantage of people like that, at least not to that degree.
Her look of admiration towards the large house was quickly replaced by a glare. "That's not gonna happen, wanker. People like us would never be able to date or anything like that."
Michael gave a cynical laugh, saying, "I'm assuming you baptized us with that nickname."
Clary Morgan and Ashton always seemed to hate each other as far as Michael knew. From the moment they were in their first year at Hawethorne, they were always at each other's throats. But it wasn't until Rose joined the clique that Ashton and his friends were suddenly known as The Wankers. It was British slang after all, and Rose had moved to Australia from England. The nickname for their group was almost as though they were the male equivalents to The Bitches, though minus the popularity and minus the bitchy attitude. It was a bad reputation that Michael didn't mind having. Rather than being a turn off, it had served to make him rather popular with girls over the course of his years at the elite private academy.
The red headed girl nodded her head, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Yes, I called you boys wankers once and Clary thought it would be a good nickname for your group. But you boys took it rather well. Clary thought you would get offended and whine about it."
Michael shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way. "Well...we are boys, and all boys wank."
She grimaced at his words. "Please keep that to yourself."
"Don't act like you're an innocent soul, Rose." He rolled his eyes at her, the expression on his face was of pure amusement. Michael knew The Bitches and their traditions well. In order to prove that she was loyal to the clique, the new bitch always had to sleep with a senior. That meant Clary had done it, Rose had done it, Taty had done it, and more than likely Lexie had done it. It always happened at Kennedy Pierce's homecoming party.
She ignored his comment and his the switch on her door, which unlocked the car. "I brought you home. Can you get out of the car and leave me alone now?" She sighed.
"Until-"
"Until you need another favor." She said, sounding frustrated with him. "I get it."
"Good pet." He grinned, patting her on the shoulder before opening the passenger side door and getting out of the car.
As quickly as he closed the door, she was driving down the street in the direction of Clary's house. She needed to return her friend's car. And she always stayed over at Clary's after a party. Her parents thought she was studying at the house of the headmistress' daughter, otherwise they wouldn't have let her be out so late.
