Eva.
“Did I hear Alexander is taking you to the winter formal?” Adrianna asks, eyes glued to Natalya.
Her cheeks flush as she nods. “Yeah, I’m not sure I have a choice.”
“Asshole,” I mutter, glaring over at the cocky, inked bastard who has his eyes fixed on our table. “Why do you let him push you around?” I ask.
Natalya just shrugs.
“Who are you going with, Eva?” Azira asks.
I shake my head. “No one. I don’t care about having a date.” My stomach churns at the thought of attending the winter formal, when all I can think about is the man that runs this school. The man who fucked me in the classroom three days ago. It was so risky, especially after I had to lie through my teeth to my friends about where I disappeared on our night out. They were going crazy with concern and I was fucking the principal. “You?” I ask.
Azira shakes her head. “Alek asked me as friends, so I said yes.”
Alek is one of the few decent guys I’ve met here. He’s from Indiana, and his family is not exactly powerful, but they have some sway.
“You should date him,” Natalya says, shaking her head. “You’d make the cutest couple.”
Azira rolls her eyes, a slight smile on her lips. She says nothing, but I’m pretty sure that everyone knows Alek isn’t into women. I see how he looks at Blaine, Archer, and Oak, and it’s the same way the girls do.
“Have you got a date?” I ask Adrianna.
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t want a date.” She shudders. “The only guy to ask me yet is Hernandez.”
Azira and Natalya burst out laughing. “Seriously?” Natalya questions.
Adrianna’s expression is grave as she nods.
I sit there, blankly watching as they struggle to contain their laughter. “Who is Hernandez?”
“Only the creepiest guy at this school.” They look at a table on the other side of the cafeteria where a guy is sitting.
He has dark hair that is longer than Adriana’s, and when he looks up, I can see he has a uni-brow that stretches right across his face. His eyes move to us, and he smiles the creepiest smile I’ve ever seen, making all of us look away sharply.
“Oh dear,” I say.
Azira and Natalya both burst out laughing again. “Trust you, Ad, to be asked to the winter formal by that freak,” Azira says.
Dimitry, the boy from leadership strategy class, approaches our table. He’s good-looking with dark short-cropped hair and dark brown eyes and has a boyish appeal, but he pales compared to Oak.
“Good evening, ladies.”
“What do you want, Dimitry?” Azira asks.
His eyes land on me. “I was hoping to ask an exquisite woman if she would care to accompany me to the winter formal.”
My stomach churns as I remember how Oak spoke to me after seeing Dimitry’s hand on my thigh.
I never want to see Dimitry fucking Jakov near you again.
I chew my bottom lip, wondering how serious he was being. Dimitry can be forward, but I wouldn’t do anything with him. He may be attractive, but I don’t desire him. Oak can’t tell me what to do with my life.
“So, what do you say, Eva?” Dimitry asks.
I swallow hard, realizing since I don’t have a date, it would be weird to refuse, not to mention, other than Dimitry being a little forward, he seems like an alright guy. “Sure, why not?” I can’t exactly take my hot as hell principal to the winter formal, anyway. The man I’ve fucked twice already, once after class last Friday in the classroom, and I haven’t seen him since.
Dimitry’s smirk widens. “Great, can’t wait.” He winks, which makes my stomach churn.
Once he’s out of earshot, Natalya turns to me. “Dimitry?” She groans.
I turn to face her. “What? He seems alright.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, for an egotistical, misogynistic pig.”
I laugh. “Don’t worry. I can fend for myself.”
At that moment, I feel his eyes on me. Oak stands in the cafeteria’s corner, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his hard, muscled chest. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are blazing with what I can only describe as rage, making my stomach churn.
Will he be jealous of me attending the winter formal with Dimitry?