Aiden and his band of thieves walk with me to the car park, all chatting about the upcoming game. Or more like, Ronan and Xander are bickering while Aiden and Cole shake their heads at them.
Chris left without even going into the locker room. Half the reason why I unleashed on him in front of everyone is because I know he holds grudges. Here’s to hoping he’ll release it on the pitch by finally sobering up and snatching his place back.
“I’m telling you, fuckers, I want hookers on my birthday.” Ronan taps his chest. “That’s the least you can do for all the parties I throw you all year round.”
Xander throws a jab to his side. “And what, you want one that comes out from the cake, too?”
“Fuck yeah.” His eyes twinkle. “All in bunny uniform, s’il te plait.”
“Bestiality alert.” Cole deadpans.
“Fuck off, Cole.” Ronan glares. “Don’t kill the fantasy.”
“Okay, hold on. Let me get this straight. So we’re getting hookers sent to… a House of Lords’ member. Like hello, hookers house, can you send some bunny strippers to Earl Astor’s mansion?” Xan laughs. “You realise they might send us the police or… I don’t know some MI6 agents?”
“Chill, arsehole. We’ll do it in the summer house.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Test time. My best friend will hire hookers for me. Raise your hand, but don’t push… I know you all want to.”
He turns in our direction to find all of us staring. Except for Xan and Cole who are laughing.
“Come on, anyone? Cake bunny hookers are my fucking fantasy.”
“And we have to make your fantasies come true because...” Aiden trails off with a poker face.
“Because I would’ve made your fantasies come true in return!” Ronan pauses. “Wait no. That didn’t come out right. I have some disturbing images right now.”
Xan waggles his eyebrows. “Like?”
“Like Cole and Aiden’s kinky shit. I’m not making that rubbish happen.” He pauses. “Back to my fantasy. It’s completely doable. Anyone?”
Aiden shakes his head. “Pass.”
“Besides,” Cole recovers from his fit of laughter. “You do realise that none of us is old enough to hire hookers.”
“Captain is.” Ronan meets my gaze with puppy eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that or you’ll be the only cake bunny hooker on your birthday.”
The guys burst out laughing, both Xander and Cole teasing Ronan who’s sulking and swearing that he’s not throwing any parties for us anymore.
Aiden falls back in step with me, letting his friends trudge ahead. “I heard you punched Vans.”
Except for his friends and me, everyone is a last name to Aiden. He doesn’t even bother to learn people’s names.
“Why?” I ask. “You’re going to tell your daddy about it?”
Aiden raises an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think Jonathan needs me to tell him anything that happens in this school?”
I scoff.
He probably has paparazzi on us or some shit. Jonathan King owns this school — and probably everyone in it.
There was a coffee shop that Aiden and I frequented a lot. What did Jonathan do? He bought the fucking thing.
But hey, he didn’t do it blindly just because he’s a control freak and wants to cage us from every corner. No. That’s not how the tycoon of King Entreprises works.
He studied the place like hell first and only took over the thing when he knew that it’d be two hundred per cent profitable.
Oh, and yeah, he abso-fucking-lutely sent his harem of lawyers and PR team to intimidate the owners into selling.