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Elite (Eagle Elite #1)(13)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

“I’m afraid to ask what this is.” I poked the hot meal with my fork. It smelled delicious.

“Heaven. It’s heaven. It melts in your mouth and makes you scream with ecstasy. Girl, if you don’t have an orgasm after experiencing that particular meal, then you’re a hopeless case.” Phoenix bit hungrily into his food and winked.

I felt my face heat severely.

Monroe nudged me. “Don’t worry, Trace, Phoenix always talks like that. I think it’s because he’s never really had—”

Phoenix pointed his fork at Monroe and glared. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

Tex and Chase laughed.

And again Nixon was silent.

I ate the meal. Correction, I inhaled the meal and promised myself I would start running so that I wouldn’t gain ten pounds my first day here.

“So.” I looked at my cell and back at the rest of the table. “Who eats here next lunch hour?”

Everyone looked to Nixon. He sucked in his lip ring and put his hands behind his head, leaning back on the legs of his chair. We were all in uniforms, but he had taken off his jacket, so I could see the outline of his dark tattoos underneath his crisp white button up. The shirt stretched over his muscles in such a way that I couldn’t stop staring. I mean, the other guys were attractive, but Nixon was a step above the rest. He was chaotic perfection.

“Nobody.”

“Huh?” I was still staring at his bulky arms.

“Eats here,” Nixon said pointedly. “It’s just us. Just this lunch hour.”

“But…” Confused I looked around. “Then why am I here?”

“We like to slum it sometimes.” Nixon grinned smugly. “Now run off before you’re late.”

I didn’t move.

Chase put his head in his hands and groaned. “I hate it when Mom and Dad fight.”

Phoenix burst out laughing. I had to admit to finding it quite funny myself. Nixon, however, was not amused.

He pushed his chair back and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

“Is he always like that?”

“Actually…” Tex leaned forward. “No. I think you bring out the worst in him.”

“Yay me,” I said sarcastically.

“You’re the first outsider who has ever eaten in here,” Monroe said to my right. “He hands out key cards to control the cliques. To make sure fights don’t break out between the kids from different countries at war and stuff. I just assumed he put you in one of the normal lunches.”

“What do you mean?”

Chase shrugged. “He’s not just in charge of the key cards, he’s student body president. He makes sure that access is limited for each student. Take for example, a kid from North Korea going to school here. You think they’re going to get along with a South Korean? Or better yet, some ritzy American kid?”

“Um… no?”

Everyone laughed.

Phoenix shook his head. “That’s a hell no, New Girl.”

Chase crossed his arms. My mouth went dry at the sight. His dark hair wasn’t as unruly as Nixon’s, but he still had that dangerous look about him. “What if some sheik’s kid goes to school here but he’s from a different sect than some other kid? What if those same kids eat in the same lunch room that serves pork?”

“Oh.” I huffed. “I guess that makes sense, but then doesn’t that segregate everyone?”

Monroe laughed. “Boots, it’s college. We’re segregated regardless, whether it be by major or class. This is just the way things are here. It keeps everyone safe. Keeps the fights down.”

The table fell silent again.

I looked up at Chase. “But if he hates me so much why would he want me here?”

A clock chimed in the restaurant causing everyone to push away from the table and stand.

My question remained unanswered as we all shuffled to the door.

I made my way out down the hall, but Chase caught up to me and whispered in my ear as we walked. “Protection.”

“What?”

“See ya!” He waved and walked down the hall, leaving me to wonder what in the heck I needed to be protected from? Or whom?

Chapter Seven

“So tired…” I mumbled, swiping my card across the elevator door. Okay, so I knew it was lazy for me to use my one pass on the first day of school. But my brain was fried. I was chosen to speak during my last three classes. My final class had been a KI elective which was basically like PE. I had no idea colleges forced exercise!

Lucky for me, I had it all wrong.

They don’t do P.E. at Elite.

No, they did defensive arts. Seriously. That’s what they called it. As in, not dark arts from Harry Potter, but defensive arts. It could have easily been the same thing with how my body felt.

For the past hour, I swear, my soul left my body and I was victim to some guy named Spike brutally attacking me.

At least now I knew how to gouge someone’s eyes out, which I knew was going to come in handy if I had to sit and eat with Nixon every day.

I chewed my lip. The elevator doors opened. I stepped in and leaned against the wall. Why would he be so mean to me and then make sure I was always around him?

The elevator stopped. Great. I hit my floor again. It still didn’t budge and now a shrieking noise began coming from above me.

I hated small spaces. Panic set in. I was just about to use the little red phone to call the fire department, or the SWAT, or something when the elevator moved again.

   
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