Page 4 of Tangled in His Game

I’m not playing his game. Not his and not anyone else’s.

Chapter 3

ITAKE A DEEP BREATHbefore I enter the classroom. It’s a new day, and it’s already easier to breathe. Only Victor and his inner circle pay any real attention to me as I enter and take my seat as far away from them as possible.

“Look at her,” someone says, their voice loud enough to let me know they’re not even a little bit ashamed. “So pathetic. She must be a virgin. Who’d date her? That ugly sweater she has on... Ew.” The guy makes a gagging sound.

“No,” Victor says.

I glance at him. His intense gaze is on me, his face deadly serious. I don’t want to look away this time, so I stare back at him.

Is he worried I’m going to tell someone about his little meeting in the alley? Not that I know what really happened there, so I doubt he’s afraid. Besides, no one would believe my word over his. I have no proof. No photos or videos.

“Yeah, Greg, don’t shame the poor girl for her ugly sweater,” a female voice says. “She can’t even afford her own dorm room.”

It’s the girl sitting next to Victor. A blonde with dark eyes and bright red lips. She’s impossibly pretty, and if she’s not Victor’s girlfriend already, she will be.

“Watch her get rich bouncing on someone’s cock,” Victor says, his lips spreading into a smile as his gaze holds mine.

What the hell is wrong with him? How can he say something like that and keep looking at me? No embarrassment. Nothing. All of them are disgusting.

“Would you fuck her?” Greg asks. “And pay her?”

“Nah, she’d have to payme.” Victor laughs, and everyone else joins in.

The blonde grins too, but I can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t find the whole thing funny like the guys. Why doesn’t she tell them to quit being idiots?

Maybe they’re really all on drugs that Victor got last night. But ignoring them is getting harder with every second. I want to get up, walk over to Victor, and punch him in the face.

But if I even looked at him wrong, I’d probably get kicked out. He’s the hockey star and his team’s salvation, and I’m a nobody. They’d sooner run me over with a truck and hide my body than reprimand him.

But if all they got is this nonsense, they’ll get tired of it quickly. I sigh and focus my gaze on the door, waiting for the professor to show up. Victor and his minions keep talking, but at least I don’t have to look at them.

“How many did she fuck to get in?” Greg’s annoying voice reaches me anyway because he’s almost shouting. “Or was it just one guy? No, wait, who’s in charge of giving scholarships?”

“I think it’s that old woman...” the girl says. “What’s her name?”

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