Elliott Wescott has never been one to play by the rules, she's bad, bold and unapologetically herself.
But she's also on the verge of being kicked out of university and her parents have had enough.
In attempt to get her under control she's shipped...
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From the corner of my eye, I can see Jude's annoyingly triumphant smirk and I just want to reach over and slap it off. Ugh, he'd probably be into that though.
"So, who are we looking for?" Jude turns his head to face me and I avert my side-eye. Knowing him he probably has some sort of sensor for when eyes are on him, even if it's damn peripherals.
"Rhea. Rhea Almaraz," I say, stopping and scanning the room, the two boys mimicking my action.
"Oh, Rhea? I have a class with her," Spencer replies, his eyes dancing around the room, "she seems like a cool chick." A genuine smile graces his features, and fuck me, I wanna slap the shit out of Jude for blocking all that.
"Is that the scholarship chick?" Jude cuts in, distracting me from appreciating the beautiful specimen that is Spencer.
Halting my search for Rhea I turn to face Jude, arms crossed tightly across my chest and my brow cocked disapprovingly, "is that a problem?"
He gives me a once over and my teeth grind in annoyance. For some God unknown reason, I have the desire to protect Rhea. She's genuine, innocent and doesn't deserve to be looked down on because she's smarter than these stuck-up, spoilt brats. Spencer rounds the pair of us and comes to stand on my left side, obviously wanting front row seats to see how this plays out.
"Not at all," he rushes out, his hands raised in mock surrender.
"Good," I grind out.
Before I even have the opportunity to move I spot an excited Rhea skipping towards me. "Ell! I thought you'd left," Rhea gushes the second her feet stop moving.
The moment Rhea's mouth stops moving I notice the sway she's sporting. Her eyes travel to my right and then to my left before they practically bug from her face and fall to the ground. Looks like she's quite drunk.
"What are you doing with them?" Rhea drunkenly leans in. "T-they're the fucking God's of this school," she attempts to add in a hushed tone, but in her drunken state comes out as more of a giddy, slurred squeal, resulting in muffled giggling from my left and an amused snort from my right.
"Rhea," I laugh. "They're just regular boys."
"I think you mean men," an annoying voice adds from my right.
I turn and give Jude an appraising once over as he cockily primps his hair.
"Nope," I pop the p. "Maybe one boy."
"And one man," I turn to Spencer and give him a flirty wink, causing a crimson blush to creep up his neck and settle on those gorgeous cheeks.
Laughing I turn back to Rhea, "You ready to head out?"
"Yea," she sighs. "I'm off my tits." She proves this by grabbing a boob in each hand and flailing them around in various directions.
"Come on then," I throw my head back in a guffaw and grab hold of her arm to steady her.
