Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“The second,’ He said as he took another step. “Don’t you dare say you do not belong somewhere as long as you’re around me. He said, and like a fool, Id

hit my back against a locker.

Fuck.

I’d been cornered with nowhere to run.

He smirked as he closed the gap between us, “My final lesson.” He lifted my hands to my head with one hand and placed the other around my waist as he

fanned my face with his warm breath, which made my skin feel tingly at our proximity.

“The third lesson is never think your place is beneath anyone. If I catch you with these thoughts ever again… you want to know what’ll happen?”

I nodded, for fear that a whimper would come out of my mouth instead of words.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as I took in his cologne. It was strong, dominating, and passionate.

Exactly like him.

“You will get eaten.” He whispered, and took my earlobe into his mouth, and tugged on it slowly.

In that moment, I could feel my panties dampen, as my knees shook with a pressure I’d never felt before. I swallowed nervously as I tried to rein in my

breathing.

A few seconds later, he pulled back like nothing happened, removing me from his closeness and the smell of his cologne.

He looked to his side and said, “They’re gone.”

Blinking at him, I looked at the spot he had his gaze directed at, but I couldn’t see anyone.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Roxanne and Matt. They were right there a few minutes ago.” He replied.

Oh, that was why he did that. A strange feeling crawled its way up my heart as I stared at him.

I could recognize what it was.

Disappointment.

For some reason, I’d wanted that moment to be real, and not a way to spite our enemies.

He turned to me after a few seconds and said with his signature smirk, ‘Shall we?/

I nodded with a nervous smile and placed my hand in his, allowing me to pull me along with him to the floor of the school I had never crossed before.

A few elevator rides after, and me trying my hardest not to gawk at the difference between this floor and the one I school on, the cafeteria doors swing open and the air shifts as heads turn.

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Chapter 12

Four major heads that I notice, to be exact.

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There were barely ten tables in the huge cafeteria, but there were tables lined with different meals fit for the elite.

Lucien doesn’t slow down to entertain the whispers from some of the girls seated at some of the tables, nor does he look left or right. Rather, he walks me straight through the gauntlet of stares to the far center table draped in purple linen lined with golden threads-the Horsemen’s table.

Every elite clique in school knew the Horsemen. Not just Lucien, but his inner circle:

They were four in number;

Theo Vance – golden boy smile, green eyes sharp enough to make you wish you could pluck them out and place them inside your sockets. He’s lounging

back with his feet on the bench while he pretends to scroll his phone, but is tracking everything. He’s known as death in their ranks and on the hockey field.

Cassian Ward

field.

the tall, broad, with a perpetual scowl. He looks like he wrestled a lion for breakfast and won. He was known as the arrow on the hockey

Kai Mercer

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he was the guy with dark eyes and a lazy grin, the kind of boy who could flirt with you while picking your pocket. He was known as the storm,

because you’d be wrecked by the time he was done with you.

Killian Lemaire- He was the son of the richest models in the world. His parents also owned a modeling company, which explained his figure and the way he was usually dressed, like he just stepped off a runway. He was there, tapping his pen against a closed notebook, analyzing me like a problem he’s already solved. He was the brains of their group, which earned him the nickname on the hockey field.

And Lucien?

Lucien was known as Blood.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.