Helanie:
"Sorry, say that again? I guess the wind distorted your words, and I heard sothing ridiculous," I said, refusing to believe what I’d just heard. It had to be the wind.
"Do you want to spell it out for you?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face. "K-I-S-S ."
In that mont, I realized he wasn’t lying when he said he was shaless. He was as bold as they co.
"You—you’re being—" I stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze. How could he say sothing like that so casually, with not even a hint of sha?
", what?" he teased, forcing to glance at him for a brief second before looking away again.
"I’m serious, Helanie. Either you do that, or—" his voice dropped, turning colder, "I’ll expel all these students for disrespecting my mother by using her guesthouse as a club."
His words hit like a punch, and I quickly turned to face him, my fear evident.
"Do you not rember that I’m your stepsister, and—" I paused, grasping for another valid reason to highlight how inappropriate this was, "and your student?"
I let out a frustrated grunt as I kept shifting my gaze, refusing to et his eyes.
"None of that matters in your case," he replied nonchalantly with a shrug, his confidence sending a chill down my spine.
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing him.
If it were soone like Kaye or Emt, I could understand why they’d say sothing like this, but him?
"As if you don’t know," he muttered, his piercing gaze locked on mine.
"I don’t. You need to tell why you think the rules—or even basic decency—don’t apply in my case," I demanded, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
"Listen, there’s no such rule that says a trainer can’t be intimate with his students—as long as it’s after their academy ti is over," he stated, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And as for you being my stepsister? Who’s to say my father won’t drop your mother after a few years of ’fun’?"
His smirk was infuriating, his words even more so. They painted a horrid picture, one I didn’t want to imagine.
"Well, even if that is the case, why do you think I’d want to be intimate with you?" My voice was steady now, though my mind was racing.
I couldn’t let him go into the party. If he caught the students, it would an trouble for everyone—except a handful of us, including Penn, Jenny, and .
"If you don’t," he said, gesturing towards the door, "I’ll go in there and—"
Before he could finish, I jumped into his path, blocking his way.
"Do you believe in forcing soone to kiss you?" I asked, my voice low as my eyes darted away. The tension between us was suffocating.
"Fine," he scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance.
"You’re so irritating and controlling, Helanie," he hissed under his breath before stepping back, his hands now resting on his hips.
"Go in there and warn them to stop this party, and also—" he suddenly started taking deep breaths, as if trying to calm himself down. He probably didn’t like the fact that I won the argunt, but I didn’t think he was being forceful. He just wanted to make a point—or maybe make his stance clear.
"Bring Salem to ," he added, and I almost turned to leave when I heard Salem’s na. I stopped.
"Why her?" I inquired.
"Why? Are you jealous I’ll be talking to her?" He was shalessly flirting with . I didn’t know what was wrong with him.
Wait a minute... What if his mother set him up for this ga so he could prove a point—that I’m just playing around with all the brothers?
"Don’t worry. I have to punish her for locking you in that room. Just go and do what I said. I’m not going to explain every step to you, Helanie." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed, and he put pressure on my na.
"And you have only five minutes to stop the madness going on inside. If you don’t do it in five minutes, I will arrive, and whoever is in there will get punished." His words made my heart start thumping loudly.
"So go, your ti starts now." He started the tir on his phone, making hurry up.
"Okay," I replied, then started sprinting toward the front to enter the guesthouse and warn everyone.
As I ran, I already had a plan. Since Sydney and Salem had been so an to , I decided to give them a taste of their own dicine. A little punishnt wouldn’t hurt them.
I knew Maximus was exaggerating when he said he would expel everyone. But imagine him yelling at the class monitor? Sydney would deserve it.
The minute I walked in, I looked around for my friends. Gavin was sitting on the kitchen counter, talking to none other than Salem, while Lucy stood close by, her arms folded over her chest with a very pissed-off look on her face. It seed like a group conversation, but it wasn’t. Lucy was only there because she had no choice.
Shit!
I didn’t want to be in Salem’s sight. Sydney was now way too drunk to notice anything, so I had to be discreet.
I looked around again, this ti spotting Lamar. He was drinking and sitting on the couch while so girl from our class was giving him a lap dance. There were three other girls standing next to them, looking extrely pissed.
"Hey, it’s our turn. Lamar, co on," one of the girls almost yelled loudly enough to be heard over all the music.
Wow. He was really popular with the girls. In a weird way.
"Hey," I said, approaching him, then pushing the girl off of him.
"Woah, blonde, back off. It’s my turn," the girl said, grabbing my arm to pull away from Lamar.
Oh, I knew these girls. They were Sydney’s friends and always so an to everyone else.
"Lamar!" I uttered as she began pulling away from him. At this point, I was scared I might not even leave the guesthouse before the ti runs out.
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