I swallow down a sob when the doors to the cafeteria open, and an excited-looking Courtney bounces into the room with Evan beside her. Unlike me, she seems exuberant to be speaking to one of The Elite. She should be here, not me. She’d love to have Sebastian’s attention, to be the one on his lap while the entire school looks on wondering what she did to be picked. The skirt of her cheer uniform is bouncing with her as she moves, giving everyone a peekaboo to the booty shorts she’s wearing beneath.

Everything about her is quintessential all-American, apple pie and white picket fence. I wonder if I could convince Sebastian she’d be a better choice for him, would he treat her the same way he does me? No, she’d want him, this notoriety, she wouldn’t fight him, she’d love it.

“Starling,” she shrieks, literally running across the cafeteria until she reaches The Elites’ table and plops down in the chair beside us. “Bitch, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you serious?” I gasp. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Babe, you’re sitting in Sebastian Lockwood’s lap and there’s a video going around of you getting out of his car this morning and him dry humping you in the parking lot. I’d say there’s plenty to tell and I want all the details.”

Sebastian chuckles and pulls me back onto his lap a little deeper. I freeze when I feel his hard dick beneath my butt. I may be a virgin, but thanks to Courtney insisting we educate ourselves with an afternoon of truly awful porn, I know what a dick looks like and that they get hard at the strangest things. Apparently one of those things for Sebastian, is having an unwilling girl sitting on him.

“Courtney, I’m sure Starling will fill you in on the details later, but first we should order,” he tells her as Hunter appears at the table and sits down in the chair opposite mine.

“Little bird, what do you want?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat, you didn’t have dinner last night, or that much at breakfast this morning,” Sebastian scolds

“Did you stay at his house last night? Is that why you didn’t need me to pick you up today?” Courtney yells. She’s so loud that the whole room really does stop talking and turns to look at us.

“Court,” I hiss.

“Oh. My. God. You had sex with Sebastian Lockwood?” She’s getting louder and louder so I reach over and slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her.

“Shut up. I haven’t had sex with him, I don’t even know him. They turned up at the diner last night, got me fired and scared the crap out of me. I passed out and he took me back to his place,” I tell her quietly, glancing at the other boys at the table who are stifling chuckles of amusement.

“What do you mean you don’t know him? You made out with him this morning, you’re sitting in his lap.” Her arms flail toward me, gesturing to the position I’ve been forced into.