Elite (Eagle Elite) Read Free Page B

I’ve made him commit suicide.
    “Nixon!” I yelled and looked over the ledge. On the grass, was a giant blown up tarp. Nixon landed on his back and then jumped off of it. He blew me a kiss and jogged off. Several tents and tarps were set up outside the dorm. It almost looked like a carnival.
    The girl was still banging on my door. I rushed over to open it. She breezed past me. “That son of a bitch!” she yelled out the window. “Nixon, I swear I’m going to kill you when I see you!”
    “I like you,” I said out loud.
    “Did he hurt you?” The girl swallowed nervously and examined me head to toe, looking at my neck, and my arms.
    “Um, no?”
    “He’s the spawn of Satan,” she grumbled.
    “And you are?”
    She grinned and held out her hand. “Monroe. I’m Satan’s sister.”

Chapter Three
    Monroe could be a supermodel. No, I take that back. She should be the girl that tells supermodels how to be supermodels. She was ridiculously beautiful, making my mind immediately transport to every single book I’d read in the past year that warned me against girls who looked like her.
    This girl was like a walking advertisement to horny guys. For one thing, the dress she was wearing was so short I found myself gaping and then blushing when she leaned over to pick up a box to take to my room. Wasn’t there a dress code at this school?
    “So, that’s all you have?”
    She flipped her jet black hair back and pulled some lip gloss out of her bra. Her black dress inched higher again. Oh gosh, I was so completely out of my element.
    “I… have a suitcase downstairs, but Nixon said—”
    “—Screw Nixon. last time I checked, he wasn’t God, nor would he be wanted by Him. Now, let’s go grab your suitcase and I’ll show you where the elevator is.”
    She linked her arm within mine and skipped down the hall. Somehow I had trouble keeping up with her even though she was the one in six-inch heels. We walked into the main corridor and then through a door facing the brick wall. As soon as we went through the door, I saw a row of elevators.
    “Any reason they keep these hidden?” I asked.
    Monroe nodded and then pointed up to the ceiling, several security screens showed each elevator. “Added security since last year someone tried to bomb the school. Thus all the access cards and secrecy about the elevator. Last year someone was able to make it to the top floor before security caught wind of it.”
    “So it really is like prison?” I gulped.
    Monroe laughed. “No, it’s not that bad. But I mean, when you have the type of students that Elite has, you can’t be too cautious.”
    I didn’t ask what she meant, because everyone knew what type of people went here. Children of diplomats, celebrities, and even some of the presidents’ kids had attended.
    Once we reached the bottom floor, the elevator door dinged open and she walked me outside.
    “Uh, is that yours?” She pointed to my suitcase. Correction, she pointed to my open suitcase. Clothes were everywhere on the pavement.
    I screamed and ran toward clothes before they blew away. All of my possessions were in the process of making a sweep of the campus.
    Monroe, to her credit, ran after some of the things and helped me gather up as much as possible.
    Pretty sure I lost some of my underwear.
    “He’s a jerk.” Monroe helped me off my knees once I zipped up the suitcase. “Look.” She glanced behind her and hurried me inside. “He’s the favorite because he’s a suck ass and my dad believes women are beneath him.”
    That apple sure didn’t make it far from the tree.
    “Anyways, if I throw a fit, my dad will probably just turn the other way and say his hands are tied. I can help you with the other kids, but with Nixon, you’re kind of on your own. Did he give you a key card?”
    “Yup.” I pulled it out of my pocket and flashed it to her. “Two meals a day and one elevator ride a week. I’m truly living the high life.”
    Monroe threw her head