“But I…”
“Why?”
She shakes her head and I yank on her phone again, drawing her closer and making her jump. “Last fucking chance to explain yourself,” I growl. “Why’d you do it?”
“Because you’re fucking Queen,” she yells. “That was supposed to be me. I was dating Rivers. I was the one they were all supposed to bow down to, not you,” her eyes flick towards Noah. “He has nothing on Rivers yet everyone acts as though he’s the fucking big guy around here. Rivers is the dangerous one, he’s the one they should all be terrified of, but they’re not. It’s fucking Noah.”
“You’re crazy,” I laugh. Who did she think she was messing with when she tried to dethrone me? I didn’t earn that title for nothing.
“I was dating Rivers and he deserved to be the King, but he was living in Noah’s shadow. I should have been Queen.”
I scoff at her, unable to believe what she’s saying. Both the boys can hold their own. They’re both feared, they’re both dangerous and mysterious. Noah enjoys the attention of being the King where Rivers would have despised it, going to show that Alyssa doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about.
The fact that she thinks I’m on the fucking throne because I happen to be dating the guy, is even more ridiculous than her suggesting Rivers should be King. I’m Queen because I fucking deserve it. Because I worked my ass off and proved to all the bitches around here that nobody can take me down. I’m here because I’m a bad fucking bitch.
The smirk on my face unsettles her. “You want to be Queen?” I question as the smirk grows. Noah chuckles at my side while Aiden watches on with wide, excited eyes.
“Hell yeah, I do. You don’t fucking deserve it,” she tells me.
I look around at the students watching on and realize they’ve all crept in to be able to hear our low conversation. “Alright fuckers, a show of hands who thinks this bitch should rule this fucking school.”
Dead. Fucking. Silence.
I release the phone and her hand drops to her side. “You know what?” I challenge as I step back and widen my hands out by my sides, inviting her in. “If you can take me down, I’ll give you the crown, but I can’t guarantee that these people will follow you. In fact, I know they won’t. They want a bitch in charge who’s real, someone who won’t take shit from no one, not fake shit like you who thinks she’s entitled to the world without even trying to earn it.”
Noah stiffens at my side, clearly hating the fact that I’ve just invited some crazy bitch to run me down but he should know better; nobody takes me out, not anymore.
Alyssa’s face hardens and she tosses her phone to the floor. “I’m not fake,” she yells.
“Fucking prove it,” I grin, begging her to try me.
“Fight,” someone yells out moments before she charges.
Her body hurtles towards me, but I’ve done this far too many times. As her fist raises and flies through the air, I plant my feet and prepare myself. I duck at the last possible second and grab her arm before helping her to continue the momentum. She flies past me and instantly trips over my feet.
Alyssa goes down hard on the ground and I flip myself to go down with her. She lands with an oomph, flat on her stomach and I’m sure she’s probably winded. My knees come down on either side of her ribs and I hold her down. “You lose, Alyssa,” I tell her. “Just as you will every fucking time. I hold the crown.”
With that, Noah offers me a hand and I gingerly take it.
Getting to my feet, he throws an arm over my shoulder and the three of us walk away, knowing the students will do the rest. She will be snubbed, she will be branded a snake by everyone, and not a soul in this school will ever trust her. I guess she’s lucky there are only a few months left before school’s out. She won’t have to endure it long, not as Monica’s had to do.
“Holy shit,” Aiden murmurs as we step out into the fresh air. “You kicked her ass.”
“I know,” I laugh. “That felt so freaking good.”
“You hardly had to do anything. I mean, just a look and those chicks are terrified of you. I knew you were tough shit, but I didn’t realize just how fucking lethal you were.”
I nudge him with my hip. “And don’t you forget it,” I tease. “I have no issue dropping football players on their ass either.”
“For some reason, I don’t doubt that,” he laughs as he spies a couple of the guys on his team screwing around on the field. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you guys later, yeah?”