Milo groans low, his emotions all over the place. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I fucking sick?”
“No,” I laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just confused. Why do you even need to define it? Who cares what you are. You like dicks but every now and then, the right pussy comes along and you don’t mind fucking that too. Who cares? Just go with it.”
“Just go with it?” he questions, dumbfounded.
I roll my hand out like a wave. “Just go with.”
“That easy, huh?”
“So fucking easy.”
“Fine,” he finally agrees, relaxing heavily against his seat as he steers his Aston Martin toward my fancy new private school for girls. “I’ll just go with it. From now on, I dip my fingers into both pies.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“But I’m not going crazy,” he warns. “I’m not about to do a Charlie and start fucking everything with a pulse. I’ll stick to the blueberry pie but occasionally take a bite of a cherry pie. You know, if it’s on offer.”
I shake my head, wondering if he used blueberry and cherry as metaphors but realize that this is Milo I’m talking to and of course, it was intentional. “You know, sometimes I wonder what it’d be like living inside your mind. It’d be an interesting place.”
“Oh, you don't know the half of it, babe. I’ve learned to filter everything that comes out of my mouth so I stop scaring people away. It can get a lot worse.”
“You’re telling me that pie shit was filtered?”
His lips pull up into a sly grin and as he looks over at me with a sparkle in his eye. I realize that I probably don’t want to know the unfiltered version. I can only imagine how bad it gets.
Milo pulls up to the front gates of Bellevue Springs Private school and within seconds, I spy the devil twins being welcomed in by their long lost bitch friends. Girls crowd around the famous Carrington twins and a scowl instantly settles onto my face.
Milo turns in his seat, raising a brow as he shoots daggers at me. “You mean to tell me that the fucking wicked witches of the west are back and you just forgot to mention it?”
“I …” I cringe. “I mean, I had a lot going on with the whole running over that stray dog thing last night …”
“Not even a quick text to say ‘Hey Milo, guess what? Bitch one and bitch two are home to destroy my life.’ Jesus, Ocean. Where’s your head at?”
“Sorry,” I say, scrunching my face. “They showed up yesterday afternoon and declared that they’re going to ruin me and after Momma Carrington basically said that she was going to take Colton away from me, I kinda forgot they existed.”
“Dammmn,” he grumbles, leaning back in his seat and watching out the window at the over-the-top display playing out before us. “I have a feeling shit is about to get interesting.”
“I can guarantee it. I don’t doubt that they’ve already started spreading whatever awful rumors they’ve cooked up.”
“I can only imagine. They would have sat up all night with notepads and pens working out some ridiculous little plan to humiliate you, and I can assure you, it’s going to be epic. These girls don’t come to play, they come to win.”
I raise my brow and give Milo a silent reminder of who the hell he’s talking to. “You’re right,” he continues. “They can’t touch you. I mean, they can. They can say a million kinds of awful things but it’s going to take a fucking army to take you down.”
“And what don’t they have?”
“An army.”
“Exactly. I have the school at my back. They’ve been gone for too long, so let them say what they need to say because, in the end, their little games aren’t going to work. They can’t touch me.”
“God, I wish I had your balls.”
A knock sounds at Milo’s window and both our heads whip around to find Jess bending down, trying to peer through the dark tint of the window. “Argh,” Milo grunts, looking back at her smiling face in horror. “What do I do? Make it go away.”
“Hell no. This is far too entertaining,” I laugh, crawling over Milo’s lap and finding the button for the window. “Hell, why don’t you take the morning off and get your dick sucked instead.”
“Ocean,” he snaps.
“Too late.” The window goes down and I grin up at Jess who gives me a strange look for being sprawled out all over her little chew toy’s lap. “Hey girl,” I smile, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open. “Come around. Take my place.”
I climb over Milo as Jess happily squeals and hurries around to the passenger side. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he grumbles before groaning when I accidentally knee him in the balls. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m trying,” I laugh, getting stuck and having to swan dive through the open door, landing on the pavement, then scrambling to my feet and fixing my skirt. I get all of one second to grin widely at Milo before my school bag comes hurtling towards my chest. I catch it with a grunt and don’t even get a chance to laugh at Milo before the Aston Martin is peeling away from the curb with Jess’ high-pitched squeal telling me she’ll see me later.
With Milo and Jess out of the way, I focus my energy on getting through the school gates without getting mauled by bitchy comments and nasty glares. Putting one foot in front of another, I make it through the gates, but not without the stares of my fellow peers, but they’re not the stares that Casey and Cora were hoping I’d get.
Just as I’d suspected, the devil twins have gotten here early to spread the word that there’s a war brewing. But the girls at BSP aren’t looking at me as though I’m the enemy, they’re watching me with excitement, with power, knowing damn well that if anyone was going to take them down, it’s going to be me. If they aren’t looking at me like that, then they’re sitting back to watch the show, because I can guarantee that the Carrington twins going up against their brother’s girlfriend will be the talk of the town.
This is the kind of shit that reality TV shows are made of. I should be checking out all these girls and figuring out which one has a daddy in entertainment law. I bet this could make me as big as a Kardashian. I wonder what kind of paycheck goes along with that?
The locker beside mine closes with a loud bang and I jump, whipping my head around to find Hendrix staring back at me with a wide grin. “Oh, girl. What kind of shit have you gone and got yourself involved in now? The rumors going around about you … dammmmn.”
I close my locker and let out a frustrated sigh. “Let’s hear it,” I tell her, falling against the cool metal of my locker. “What are the devil spawns saying about me?”
Chapter 5
By the time lunch rolls around, I’ve created a mental list of all the things being said about me and I have to give it to the devil twins, they’re creative. But so far, their little lies aren’t enough to have the student body believing a word they say. They're at least twenty different rumors going around, and every single one of them is just a little too dramatic. Eyes seem to roll when a new rumor pops up, everyone knows it's just a little more fuel on the fire.