Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“HAVE YOU SEEN her?” Amy asks, swiping her lunch card.
“Do I care?”
I follow, swiping mine, tossing it on my tray, and carry my food to the
lunch table. Krisjen follows, Milo stealing a handful of her fries as he passes.
“Be careful, Clay,” she says. “There’s a reason Sanoa Bay has survived as
long as it has. And a reason our parents don’t want us over there.”
“Please…” Amy chides her, sitting down next to Callum. “That video
was priceless. Omega Chi supremacy.”
I pull my sweater vest off over my head and set it down on the table,
pulling my phone out of my bag and checking notifications. Heat dampens
my forehead.
Posting that video was stupid. Jesus, what was I thinking? I’d just been so
fucking hot after seeing her in that car, her sweaty paws all over Megan, that
I whipped out my phone and started filming.
And then I went inside Mariette’s and there was more confrontation. I
can’t stop thinking about her.
I’m always thinking about her. I just want her out of my head.
“Our money doesn’t matter to them,” Krisjen tells Amy.
“True power doesn’t come from money,” I bite back, sick of Liv using
that excuse, as well. “It comes from doing things others won’t. She
threatened us. She challenged us. She brought this on herself.”
Maybe.
And maybe I kinda went too far. I was angry when I came home last
night, so I went to Wind House and worked on Mr. Green’s makeup and