(BOOK 2 of the HS Series)
Here at Thurman 'Titans' High, there's no cliques and bullying. But of course there can be a king and queen of the school. And the queen is a guy.
Levi Briars has everything; wealth, Yale candidate, popularity, and a hot bo...
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To let you know, after many trips to Quentin's house despite Rory's flirtations, Quentin and I received an A+ on our project. At his house, it's always 'give me some of that' or 'if you are ever lost inside the house, can you end up in my bed with me beside it'.
I've dealt with his kind my whole life, and it is never going to stop.
When the class ended, the group walked out and headed straight to the dining hall.
"What do you want for lunch?" Preston asked.
I told him, "I can't be with you guys for lunch cause I am meeting with Beatrice about the upcoming prom."
Preston stops by my locker to get books for the next class. Preston wraps his arms around my waist and begs to skip the meeting or invite him. His entrancing eyes stared at me with passion, but I had a different answer. "You can't go. It's classified information. Plus, we get to have a discount on prom tickets. You're welcome." I leaned against the lockers.
"Mhm. Who said I was going with you?" Preston teases.
I squinted my eyes. "That's because someone hasn't done the big ask yet." Which is redundant because prom is a few months away.
"What do you expect?" His body comes closer to me, with no escape.
I looked anywhere besides his perfect face. "Uh, Ferris wheel with us very high, but it stops purposely and you come up with an unbelievable lie. You make me look down and lights would shape four letters. P.R.O.M."
Without caring about the people still walking to the dining hall, he kisses my lips and it gives me great electricity throughout my body.
I remove my lips away from him. "As much as I enjoy this, I really do have to go. Message me?"
"Definitely." He pecks my lips and leaves. The mischevious side of me slaps his ass. I could hear his laugh as he walks.
While opening my locker, I think about how my life couldn't be any more perfect. Until a note hangs inside my locker.
I grabbed the paper that read 'Your reign of power is over'. And it is written in, what appears to be, red lipstick.
Not really thinking about it, I put this note inside my bag. Ever since the nickname spread across school, mainly popular girls would send notes like these but didn't pursue further.
I made my way to the council classroom and I sat in one of the only empty seats inside, which is in front of Beatrice.
"We are struggling between the theme: Havana nights, Under the stars, or Past vs. Future. By the end of this meeting, I want you guys to vote on which theme you want. Right now, I have invited every student activity clubs to participate in prom."
Beatrice continues to personally talk with each and every one of the groups. My job is pretty simple: keep Beatrice sane. I am not complaining because it is really rare that Beatrice goes insane.
