“She’s a girl. You ran into her like you’re a linebacker or some shit.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Wren adds.
I turn my attention to her. “Say what like it’s a bad thing?”
“That I’m a girl. Like it’s a curse, or I’m subhuman or whatever.”
“Well…” Malcolm drawls. “You’re the one who said it.”
Ezra laughs.
I remain quiet, my anger simmering just below the surface.
“Women are only good for one thing, don’t you think, Crew? That’s what you’ve said before.” Malcolm hesitates for not even a second. “Fucking. That’s it. Oh, and cooking. Guess that makes two things.”
“You’re disgusting,” Wren whispers, her gaze shifting to mine. “And you’re no better, considering you’re sitting there letting him say such awful things.”
My anger rises at Wren being her typical judgmental self. “What do you want me to say? That I think Malcolm is right? That women aren’t good for anything else but a quick lay? He might be on to something.”
“You’re such a dick, Lancaster!” Natalie screams from her seat, laughing her head off.
She’s only getting away with saying it because Skov still hasn’t waltzed into the classroom. It’s like a free-for-all in here right now.
“She’s right,” Wren says, her voice eerily calm. “You are a complete—dick.”
My mouth drops open. Ezra is in near hysterics, he’s laughing so hard. Even Malcolm is chuckling.
Wren turns on her heel and rapidly walks up the aisle, snatching her backpack from the floor before she jogs out of the classroom. Running right past Skov, who watches Wren leave before she pulls the classroom door shut.
“Why does that girl keep running out of my classroom when she’s never ditched before a day in her life?” Skov asks no one in particular as she heads for her desk, shaking her head.
“What the hell was that all about?” I ask my friend. “Did you purposely run into her to hurt her?”
Malcolm glares at me. “I don’t trust her. You shouldn’t either. That little goody-goody will eventually tell on us, and then we’ll be fucked.”
“Calling her out and making her look stupid in front of the entire class is your way of trying to keep her quiet then?”
He has the decency to appear contrite. “If she’s afraid of us, maybe she won’t say anything.”
“Scaring the shit out of her might drive her to confess what she saw, too.” Shit, I don’t know what’s going to keep Wren quiet. Maybe I should be nice to her for once. “Don’t forget she could ruin everything for you—for us—with a single visit to the headmaster’s office. Great plan you’ve put into place, my friend. Really solid.”
Though who am I to talk? I did nothing but threaten her earlier. I’m just as bad as Malcolm.
Probably worse, considering all I want to do is fuck her.
The realization smacks me in the middle of my chest, reminding me that I’m mortal after all. I like to act as if nothing touches me, but currently there is only one thing—one person who has the power to touch me. Fuck with my head.
Completely ruin me.
And that’s Wren.
“Maybe someone needs to threaten her in order to get her to keep her mouth shut, since you’re the one who can only think about de-virginizing her,” he retorts.
My glare burns into Malcolm. I hate how he knew what I was thinking. It’s my own damn fault though. I’ve been lusting after Wren since our senior year started. Hell, even longer than that.
Why should I give a damn about a sheltered little virgin, who would probably slap my face if I tried to hold her hand? She’s probably never seen a dick in her life. Never been kissed. Never been touched.
She’s pure. Pristine.