Page 110 of Disorder (Elite of Elmwood 2)

From across the room, the redheaded twat flipped her hair as her eyes clashed with mine. A venomous grin curved over her lips, like a cat playing with its prey before the kill.

Mads lifted her hand, shooting Ava the middle finger. “I love devious plots of destruction. You had me at take down. What do you need me to do?”

“Be my decoy. Just long enough for me to slip past my guard.” My gaze shifted sideways to Micah.

“Really? You couldn’t give me something more challenging?” She nearly sulked at the idea of having to distract the playboy Elite.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll let you know when. For now, let's mingle.”

Both her brows shot up. “We mingle? Since when?”

Looping my arms into hers, I said, “Tonight we do.” I was going to teach both Brock and Ava a lesson, the whole “kill two birds with one stone” tactic.

So for the next hour, I flirted with every guy who crossed my path, touching, laughing, twirling my hair, whispering in their ear, all while making sure Brock had a front-row seat with Ava on his lap. The problem with this plan was that I had to also watch her flirt withmyguy.

I had told Brock I was done. And I was. Done with the lies and the games. But I realized something tonight… I could never be done with him. I just had to show him what he would miss. Before the night was over, Ava wouldn’t be my problem, and Brock… he’d claim me, just as I would claim him.

What was a party without fireworks?

Ava got up from her cozy spot draped around Brock and meandered through the crowd. The opening I’d been waiting for came, and I jumped on it. Keeping my gaze focused on the target, I nudged Mads lightly. “Ready to put the girls to use?”

From the corner of my gaze, I saw her adjust her boobs and pull down the front of her sweater. “Ready.”

Poor Micah. I almost felt bad siccing Mads on him. Almost.

As Mads spun, blocking me from Micah’s line of sight, I followed Ava. She approached the bathroom and slipped inside, but before she could shut the door, I thrust out my arm, slamming my palm on the door.

“What the—?” Ava whirled, her hazel eyes colliding with mine.

I grinned, bulldozed my way inside the bathroom, and shut the door, flipping the lock. How ironic that the Ava had delivered me my first warning in a bathroom at Grayson’s house. And now here I was, about to deliver one of my own. “Hey, bitch.”

She stood smugly, a hand going to her hip. “What the fuck do you want? Another beatdown?”

If she thought she could intimidate me, she was fucking wrong. “I’d like to see you try. It’s just you and me. Think you can take me?”

Her lips pressed in a tight line.

I positioned myself in front of the door, blocking her chance at escape, just as she had done to me. Sweet revenge. “I’m guessing not. One-on-one, you’re not shit. Remember where I came from. Brawls at Public are a daily occurrence.”

Her mouth twitched. “What’s your point? I’m growing bored and I have people waiting for me… like Brock.”

Fucking whore.

That was just the wrong thing to say to me.

I let a short laugh. And then another longer one. Before I knew it, giggles burst out of me as I leaned against the door.

She stared at me, her nose bunching up and a bead of concern flickering in her eyes. “What is wrong with you? Are you having a nervous breakdown?”

“Sorry to disappoint, it’s just fucking hilarious that you actually believe Brock is into you.” Satisfaction glowed within me. God, that felt so damn good to say.

Her eyes became sharper as they narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s all a hoax. A fucking lie. He doesn’t give two shits about you. It’s all a ploy to ruin you by pretending to be interested in you. I’m not sure what he has planned, but I can’t wait to find out.” Except, I was spoiling his scheme purposely, doing a bit of my own retaliation. I didn’t need the whole school to see. This was between Ava and me.

“You lie,” she hissed, despite her face bleaching a little of color.

“Am I?” I countered, angling my head. “Think about it, Ava. I know there has to be a brain inside that pretty head,” I said, tapping the side of my skull. “Does that sound like something the Elite would do? You’ve been around a lot longer than I have.”

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