Oh shit. Looks like Wren came over to join the conversation.
Natalie just stares at her, a faint sneer curling her upper lip. “What are you doing here?”
“If you’re going to talk about me, then maybe I should be in on the conversation.” Wren crosses her arms in front of her chest, plumping up her tits and giving me plenty to stare at.
“You weren’t included in this conversation in the first place,” Natalie mutters.
Wren stands up taller. “Then I’d suggest you stop constantly putting my name in your mouth.”
“Whoaaaa.” Ezra draws out the word, practically bouncing in his seat with excitement over the potential girl fight.
Natalie’s gaze flicks to mine. “Aren’t you going to tell her to go sit back down or whatever?”
“No.” I barely look at Wren as I lean back in my seat, my arms up, hands behind my head, clutching the back of my neck, as if I have all the time in the world. “I think she’s got a handle on this.”
Natalie shoots me a dirty look before returning her attention to Wren. “Are you telling me that Virgin is your name? Because that’s all I ever said.”
Wren’s expression turns dark. She’s mad. And I don’t blame her. Natalie is being a total cunt. “Quit talking about me, Natalie.”
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it if I don’t stop?” Natalie taunts.
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you,” I murmur. Both girls glance over at me, Natalie’s eyes flashing with annoyance. “I have a few—things on you, Nat.”
Naked photos she sent to me in the past—that she’s practically sent to every guy on campus. A video of her puffing away on a vape at a party last year. Another one of her getting thoroughly fucked by Malcolm, though I never watched it.
Malcolm made sure we all got a copy, of course—though I’m not too sure if she knows he made it. He got the idea from another guy in our class who does the same thing. So fucking sleazy.
“Are you serious right now? You’re actually taking her side?” She waves a hand in Wren’s direction.
“You put her on blast, I’ll help her do the same thing to you.” I shrug. “It’s as easy as that.”
Natalie doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly trembling. With fear. With anger. Maybe a combination of both. “You’re an asshole.”
“That’s old news, babe. Tell me something I don’t know.”
With a huff, she turns and walks away, plopping into her chair a couple of rows over with an extra loud, “Humph.”
Malcolm chooses that moment to enter the classroom, his gaze zeroing in on Wren standing by my desk, his eyes narrowing.
He doesn’t look pleased.
The one who has the most to lose out of all of us getting ratted out by Wren is Malcolm. He’d be sent back to England—the last place he wants to go. He has a volatile relationship with his parents, especially his mother. Everything he does is not good enough for the woman. If he were to get kicked out of school and sent back to the UK?
Forget it. She’d be furious and probably cut him off financially.
Malcolm heads for his desk, which is on the other side of me, closest to where Wren is standing. He bumps right into her, not even bothering to say excuse me or sorry, which is unusual because he’s British and polite as fuck, before he settles into his desk, glaring at her.
“Do you mind?”
Wren rubs her arm where he ran into her, blinking rapidly.
What the hell? The motherfucker hurt her.
If she starts crying, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Watch it, Mal.” When he glances over at me, I give him a look, one that says, lay the fuck off.
He shrugs. “She was blocking my way.”