Page 22 of Broken by my Bully
Done with the initial crap we have to sit through at the start of every meeting, Ezra moves onto the agenda.
“First order of business?—”
“Getting Myles kicked the fuck out,” Nolan mutters, crossing his arms over his doughy chest and further rumpling an already wrinkled khaki dress shirt.
Maybe if Nolan put more effort into his outfits, Myles wouldn’t waylay his crushes. Not that Myles has a ton of style—hewears designer threads purposefully made to look like vintage scores. He looks hipster as fuck, but he still thinks upcycling is only something Tour de France competitors need to know about.
“Fuck’s sake,” Ezra murmurs under his breath. “I meant important shit.” He points his gavel at me. “Like Haven Lee.”
Everyone turns to look at me, even the frat guy who’s always so busy on his phone, no one ever speaks to him. Most of us don’t even know his name, we just call him iPhone. We think he’s a day trader or something.
“Yeah?” I say. “What about her?”
“I walked right past her in the hallway,” Ezra says. “Had so many books in her arms she could barely see where she was going. Want to tell me what’s up with that, bro?”
“It’s all good.” I cross my arms over my chest and shrug. “I’ve got it under control.”
“Then why is she stillhere?” Ezra leans in, looking down his nose at me. We’ve got the same one, but it looks different on his face. His eyes are a darker green than mine, his hair in a carefully styled faux hawk—a polar opposite to my always-too-long mess.
Nah, bro, why the hell areyoustill here?
Ezra’s a fifth year, nearly eleven months older than me. He doesn’t even have a room in this frat house anymore, but he’s here for every meeting. Guess it’s the only time he’s ever held this much power, so he’ll stick around until someone challenges him. No one’s found the courage yet, I guess, and he’s happy as a Riversider in shit.
Fucking control freak.
“You’re right,” I muse. “I should just strangle her and dump her body in the river. Then it would all be over real quick.”
“Better make it look like a suicide.” Everyone turns to Dahmer in his red hoodie.
That’s not his real name, but he looks like a serial killer, and we’re pretty sure he’s into guys. Also, what’s up with those wire-framed glasses? If anyone should be forced to wear contact lenses, it’s him.
He doesn’t seem to care about anything. Which only made thenickname stick that much harder. “Like she jumped out a window or something.”
Jace’s crucifix rasps as he drags it along the golden chain on his neck. “God punishes murderers, even if they get away with it.” If Jace’s parents didn’t own half the town, he wouldn’t even be here. He creeps everyone out, even Dahmer.
Ezra rolls his eyes. “We don’t want her dead, just gone. Have you even, you know—“ he makes a tumbling motion with his hands, “—interactedwith her?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m playing the long game.”
“The longer youplay, the more she drains the school’s finances,” Austin says. “Every year these losers get a scholarship, or some grant or something, and every year we get rid of them.” He’s become jaded lately, I won’t lie. Dude needs to get laid.
“I told you, get me three good shots of her face, and I’ll Photoshop enough revenge porn for you to open an OnlyFans page,” Myles says.
“Ooh, get pics of her feet!” Nolan blurts out, jabbing a finger at Austin. “Guys love that fetish crap.”
“We do?” Myles asks dryly.
“Feet are hot,” iPhone mumbles, his eyes back on his phone.
Jesus. What if he has a serious porn addiction, and he’s just scrolling through hardcore fetish videos all day?
“Guys!” Ezra slams the gavel. Breathes out a centering breath. Points the gavel at me. “I want her gone, Kai. I don’t fucking care how much fun you had tying her up in the woods or whatever shit you used to do back then. That trailer trash whore doesn’t belong here.”
I open my mouth, but fuck it if I’m not at a loss for words.
That Ezra is my older brotherandthe Campaign Manager of our fraternity sucks on so many levels. He knows exactly where to pinch so it’ll hurt the most.
“Mess with her grades or something,” Myles says, twirls his mustache again, a villain pondering his next maniacal scheme. “These charity cases need top grades or they’ll get kicked out. You’re Rooke’s TA. Manipulate that shit.”
