He’s an anomaly to his last name. If the great earl Astor sees him this way, he’ll probably lock him up and teach him manners all over again.
If I weren’t so preoccupied, I would’ve sent him a photo just to watch Astor’s reaction.
He’s entertaining sometimes.
Despite his appearance, the girls passing us by bat their eyelashes at him. He winks at one and motions for the other to call him.
This school needs to up its standards.
“You look like shit,” I deadpan. “And remove your arm before I break it.”
“Aaaand there’s my mate.” He grins at me. “I thought I lost you for a moment there. Now, where was I? Why did I come to your grumpy arse again…?” He snaps his fingers. “Right! Was Jonathan meeting the principal for the Premier League’s scouts? Put a word for me, eh?”
“Jonathan was here?”
“Bah alors, mate. Everyone in the school knows your father was here, but you don’t? What the fuck, seriously?”
Jonathan was in RES.
Elsa’s phone is turned off.
I want to chuck it up to coincidence, but there’s no such thing as a coincidence.
Coincidence is an excuse weak people use when reality hits them in the face.
It wasn’t a coincidence when I met her again.
And it’s not a coincidence that she disappeared now.
I told her not to talk to Jonathan. I made it clear that she’s to stay the fuck away from him.
The sound of an ambulance cuts through the air.
And it’s not an ambulance passing by.
No. It’s coming straight for the school’s back entrance.
“Ooh,” Astor tiptoes to look through the window. “Drama. Let’s go watch.”
Jonathan came to RES.
Elsa’s phone is turned off.
An ambulance is in RES.
The thing about intuition? It’s always right.
At least in my case.
“Hey, King.” Knight runs towards us, his brows drawn together. “You might want to see this.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling him,” Astor says. “It’s drama and we should always take part in drama —”
“It’s Elsa.” Knight cuts him off. “She was found drowning in the pool.”
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