Chapter 11. Fucking My 60-Year-Old Principal: pt. 2

We strutted down the hallway, eyes glued to us from every corner. Naturally—they knew we always dress to kill.

We’re literally always the talk of the school—and the hottest cheerleaders, of course.

Well… also classified as the mean girls. We’re not really mean—we’re just… uhm, not nice. There’s a huge difference. We just put anyone who tries to get in our way down. Take Diana, for example.

I mean, she’s a transferred student. They met in grade 10. I’ve known him since grade 9. So technically she stole him from me, even if he doesn’t look my way or even know I exist.

But he’s damn sexy! The hottest hockey player. I love his smile. I literally know every single detail about him.

I slammed the locker. Whose locker? The blonde bitch’s, of course—the one who refuses to know her place.

”What do you want from me now?” she said, rolling her eyes.

Nelly scoffed. “Are you trying to be us? That eye-roll doesn’t suit you.”

”Does anything suit a bi