THE HORSEMEN.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. A few weeks after that day, I got to truly know what it meant to fully play the role of Lucien's girlfriend. People stopped being so mean to me, or at least a few of them did; some wanted to be my friend, and the other two scholarship kids in this school decided I was no longer a wallflower. It had been overwhelming to say the least, but for some reason, I preferred this to the long years of being bullied by the school's elite students. I walked down the halls after statistics class and made my way to the cafeteria, but I stopped at my locker so I could drop my books. By this time, the lunch bell had rung, and my locker felt like the safest place in the school. Too bad Lucien Ravenscroft doesn’t care about safety. “Move,” he says to a guy beside me and steps into my space like it belongs to him. And, technically, he does. Everything in the school would eventually belong to him, that was if it didn't already belong to him. We were finally instructed to treat the