Page 447 of Filthy Elites

My jaw clenches, and I open my mouth to demand that she get Starling out here right this fucking minute or I’ll get this health hazard of a diner shut down within the hour, but Hunter speaks before I can utter a word.

“We’re friends of hers from school, could we sit in her section and we’ll order some drinks while we wait?”

His voice is pure seduction and Darlene, who is easily old enough to be his mother, actually blushes. “Oh, you go to that fancy school over in North Acres?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hunter winks.

“I should have guessed that from the uniforms.” She’s smiling now, all of the concern gone as she leads us to a different table from the one she was originally taking us to. “What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll have root beer if you have it,” Hunter smiles, charming the older woman as easily as if she was one of his teenage fangirls at school.

“What about for you?” she asks me.

“Coffee, black, please.”

Clay and Evan order Cokes and she disappears into the back, returning a couple of minutes later with our drinks on a tray. “Here you go, Starling is just getting changed into her uniform, she’ll be out soon.”

Knowing she’s getting undressed makes me want to storm back there and drag her out by her hair. It’s so long, I could use it as a leash when she has it in a braid. Instead, I sit in the booth, my eyes fixed on the swinging door that leads into the kitchen until it opens and my little bird walks into the diner.

She immediately spots us and as if she already understands she belongs to me, her gaze locks with mine. This is the first time I’ve allowed my eyes to really find hers, the first time I’ve been this close. From a distance she’s beautiful, but this close, she’s stunning. Her features are petite and there’s a sprinkling of freckles across her nose that I can see now she’s only a few feet away from me. Her breasts are small, high and perky, her hips narrow, her body a little too thin.

She’s perfect, even in the ugly uniform that hides her barely there curves.

“Er, hi,” she says as she approaches our table, her expression confused. “Are you ready to order?”

Evan snickers and I flash a glare at him before I turn back to my little bird. “We’re not here to eat.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, elongating the word as she slides her pad into the pocket of her dress and waits for me to explain why I’m here. A long second passes while no one speaks. “Shall I give you a minute, or should I get your check?”

“I’m here for you,” I tell her succinctly, there’s no point beating around the bush.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m here for you.”

“Yeah, that’s the bit I’m having difficulty with,” she laughs, sighing like I’m inconveniencing her. “Who are you? Do we know each other?”

“You know who we are,” Evan says with an exaggerated laugh.

Her brows lift and she looks at us each in turn. “I mean, obviously you go to my school, but other than that I’m sorry, I’m drawing a blank.” She shrugs.

“You know who I am,” I tell her, staring at her intently, looking for her twitch, her tell that proves she’s lying, that she recognizes us, but there’s nothing.

“We’re The Elite,” Clay says simply.

Her eyes widen and her lips form a perfectOas she looks between the four of us again.

“I’m Sebastian.”

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Starling

“I’m Sebastian.”His lips twitch into a charming smile as he speaks, and I just stare at him.

Sebastian Lockwood, Evan Morris, Hunter Rossberg and Clay Jansen are here, all four of them, in my section in the diner I work in. I’m fucked. Nothing good can come of them seeking me out in my place of work. Especially when that place is in South Acres, the side of town that to my knowledge The Elite never set foot in. Not that I know anything about them really, except what Courtney has told me.

Truthfully, before I started GAA, I didn’t believe that the stupid stories about The Elite were even true. It just seems too far fetched that the school would have kids that play kings and queens and literally rule over the place with an iron fist. But it’s true and the four boys—or should I say men because they don’t look anything like boys—are the rulers of our school and if they’re here, I must have done something to really, really piss them off.

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