“How are we planning on doing that?” I ask, and finally—finally—Vic deigns to look my direction.

“I haven't decided yet. You don't worry about it. Kali was your request, so we'll take care of her for you.”

“But Billie and Kyler and Mitch,” I add, remembering how Oscar said they wouldn't bother with Nurse Yes-Scott because she wasn't part of the deal. “They're a Havoc problem, and I'm a part of Havoc, so—”

“Are you now?” Vic asks, cocking his head at me. “Because one minute, you seem determined to be our whore and that's it. The next, you're a part of the group. So, which is it?”

“Lay off, Vic,” Aaron says as I bristle and dig the nails of my right hand into my thigh.

The two men share a long, studying look, and Vic finally stands up, but not like he's giving in, just like he's had enough.

He takes off for the doors of the cafeteria, and I follow after.

I'm not even really sure what my goal is, but as soon as I slip between the graffiti-covered doors, Vic is pushing me into the wall and penning me in with an arm on either side. Once, I wrote a scene like this for Mr. Darkwood’s class to see if I could shock him with some racy teen sex, but all he did was cross out the word penning and replace it with pinning. I scribbled all over it and wrote penning means to shut in, as if in a pen, not the same thing as pinning. He responded with the comment: writing for shock value, no substance. I got an F. Pretty sure he was just being petty.

“Why are you in my face?” I ask, and Vic narrows his eyes on me, jaw clenching. I infuriate him like nobody else. I wonder if I melt some of his numbness away, like he does to me.

“Because you piss me off,” he says, but he's leaning in way too close for somebody that's simply pissed off. He puts his face up alongside mine, and I have to close my eyes. Emotions arc through me like shooting stars, and I have to resist the urge to squirm. When Vic breathes across the side of my neck, I shiver and goose bumps spring up across the surface of my skin.

“The feeling's mutual,” I manage to grind out as Vic puts his lips against the curve of my shoulder, and I find that I can't keep my hands to myself. My nails end up digging into his biceps as I cling to him. It's been a long two weeks, with him ignoring me the way he's been.

“All I can think about is your body wrapped around mine,” he murmurs, slowly flicking his tongue against my skin. I'm aware we're standing in the hallway, but none of the other students will bother us. They know better than that. “I've watched that video of you and Hael every day this week and jacked off to it.”

“Liar,” I mumble, but then I open my eyes and Vic moves back to look at me.

“I came so hard every time I watched it,” he grinds out, and my nails dig even deeper into his biceps. “And I imagined that I was coming inside of you again.”

“We can't keep doing that,” I say, and he pushes off the wall, grabbing one of my hands and pulling me down the hall.

“Like hell we can't,” Vic says, storming over to the girls' bathroom and barging right in the door. “Okay, ladies, out.” He hooks a thumb in the direction of the door, and all the students scatter, snatching up makeup and stumbling out of the stall doors.

Nobody wants to be left in here to face the rumbling thundercloud that is Victor Channing.

The room empties in a matter of seconds, and then Vic's yanking me into the stall on the far end. He closes and locks the door behind us as the scent of bleach wafts around me. At least it looks like it was just cleaned in here, I think as he turns back to face me.

“Turn around and put your palms on the wall,” he commands, and I do it. This is my deal with Havoc, I think, but really, that's not why I'm here and we both know it. His hands skim the curve of my waist and come to rest on my hips. “You make me chase you, Bernadette, which is just fine by me.” He wraps his fingers around the front of my neck and puts his hot lips up against my ear. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it; I’m quite good at the chase.”

“You’re such a royal piece of shit,” I snarl as he reaches down and unbuttons my leather pants, shoving them over the round curve of my ass. “I fucking hate you.”

Victor chuckles, and I can feel his knuckles brush against my throbbing heat as he undoes his own jeans.

“We were both in the room that night, baby. Don’t lie to me.” Vic kisses the edge of my mouth and then mounts me with one, hard thrust, taking over my body with that way of his.

He fucks me into the wall, my fingers curling against the tile, my mind obliterated by his heat, his incessant need, his demand. I want more, even though I know I shouldn’t. Part of me wonders if my obsession with Vic Channing is going to get me killed one day. But it’s too late now, isn’t it? I’m embroiled in Havoc’s world.

We don’t bother keeping quiet. Why should we? For a moment, I let that thought wash over me: Vic is king of the school, so that would make me queen in a way, right? We’re engaged, after all, and everybody fucking knows it.

“I want to see that wedding dress of yours,” he growls, like he can read my thoughts. “Oscar is lording it over me, and I don’t like it.” Vic yanks me harder against him, burying himself in my wet heat.

“Not until the wedding,” I manage to grind out, even though I’m hot and achy all over, ready to have a full-on orgasmic meltdown in the girls’ bathroom of Prescott High.

“I’m going to marry the shit of you, and then tear that dress off,” he breathes, turning my head so that he can kiss me. My heart flutters in my chest, and a strange pang takes over me. I’m falling for Victor. Shit, I fell for Victor years ago, and it’s just now coming to bite me in the ass. I’m like one of those idiot heroines in a bully romance who falls for her tormentors. And yet, even as I see my own folly, I can’t avoid making it. “Our wedding night is going up in flames.”

He moves his hand to my clit, slowing the motion of his hips to focus on my body, and he doesn’t stop until I’m collapsing against the wall in a torrent of warm pleasure. As I’m shuddering and shaking, my body clamps down around his, milking his shaft until he’s finishing inside of me in a hot, wet wave.

For several minutes, we just stand there, locked together.

“Get the fuck off of me,” I grumble, and he laughs, stepping back to give me some space.

Vic doesn't leave the bathroom stall when I sit down to pee, so I just glare at him as he leans in the corner like a satisfied housecat.

“We are not at this level,” I growl as he just smirks at me, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is, like, twenty years together married couple level.”

“That'll be us someday,” he says, leaning over to get in my face, just because he can. “I'm just jump-starting the process. Besides, I like to enjoy the aftershocks of sex, it's my favorite part, knowing there's a little part of me inside of you.”

“Go to hell.” I finish cleaning up—well, as best I can considering where we are—and then stuff some extra toilet paper in my underwear. I stand up and fix my pants as Vic opens the door and holds it for me like he thinks he can even pretend to be a gentleman after fucking me in the high school bathroom.