For some reason I do as he says. Feeling tired of looking over my shoulder or tensing when my phone pings. Plus, I am hungry and fed up with granola bars.
“See, not so bad doing as your told.” He says in a patronising tone.
Fuck I want to punch that smug look right off his face.
I grind my teeth, seething. “Fuck you, asshole. I sat down because I am hungry, not because you told me too.” My hands shake and I start to feel dizzy. I eat my food in silence.
The sort of caring Sinclair is gone, in place is the cold detached version of him. I look away, eating as fast as I can. When I risk looking back up, he is still staring at me.
“You still don’t know how my school is run do you?” I can’t help the snort that comes out. Fucking hell, he really thinks he is some sort of preppy king.
“Your school? Just because you have the same name, doesn’t make it yours.” I retort.
He leans forward so his face is inches from my own. I can smell the mint from his toothpaste. I can smell the musky scent of his cologne. His eyes flash a dark blue, the intenseness making me shiver. I don’t back down from his stare, I just meet his eyes with my own detached look.
“My school, my rules. Even the teachers obey me. How else do you think we managed to get into your room? Only now that will be harder with the tech your father brought to keep his daughter safe, or was it your father?” He smirks. “But I assure you, you will be knocking on my door before the year is out, begging me to help you.” The smile he gives me is sinister. “When that time comes, you will be begging on your knees as you suck my cock. Only then will I help you.” He licks his lips, I shiver, shifting in my seat to move away. “Until then Everly.” He moves away, rising slowly from his seat, watching me.
I don’t relax until he has moved away and sitting across the hall from me. I breathe out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. He whispers something to Lawrence who barks out a laugh and looks my way. They then beckon Bethany over, whisper something to her. From the look on her face, I know it will be bad. The gleeful look she shoots my way sets me on edge.
I gather my things, racing from the room. If they can get a hold of my mother’s photos, they can get a hold of anything.
Chapter four
I really fucking hate this school and I finally caved to my dad asking him to transfer me out of here. He said no of course, to which I hung up on him.
I am constantly on edge. It is starting to wear me down, but not to the point where I go to Sinclair for help. He watches me every day, when I don’t eat, he sends Roman over. He just stands behind me like a hulking god. I find myself flustered when I am around him. He is so hot that I want to climb up him and do things that make me blush.
Whenever I have these thoughts, I look away. But I always find him gazing at me.
Bethany tries and fails to get me alone. I made a mental note of this school and I know how to avoid someone. Kellan has stopped asking me to attend his meetings, but now I need another outlet, so I go.
He seems surprised when I go into the classroom. A few of the girls smile at me, and I smile back tentatively. There is only one male in the class and to my surprise its Roman. He looks up briefly, huffing when I sit next to him. Out of the three so called kings, I feel safer with him. Then he moves, sitting on the other side and I deflate like a big old balloon. Just when I thought maybe he was on my side, or at least cared, he just fucking moves away from me.
I hide my face with my hair when I feel tears prick my eyes. I don’t even know why I’m upset, it’s not like he has spoken to me, just grunts at me to eat. Or gives me the odd smile, though sometimes it seems forced.
I see feet by my desk. When I look up, Kellan is scowling at Roman. He looks back at me his hand reaching out but drops it when he realises that we’re being watched. The girls that smiled at me, now wear a frown. They look at me, their lips curling in disgust. I didn’t ask him to come over, did I?
“Do you know what you want to write about?” He coughs, looking uncomfortable.
I nod, pulling my notebook to me. I am too nervous to talk so I begin writing. I hear him sigh before moving away to talk to another girl. The blonde girl look’s my way, a triumphant smile on her face. Then she leans closer to Kellan, making sure her boobs are pressed towards him. I see him move back slightly and I also see the hurt look that flashes through her eyes before she replaces it with that fake smile again. God, they are all the same here.
When I hear him praise her, jealousy sets in. I hate the way she leans towards him. I hate the way she touches his arm. Though I don’t think he wants her too by the way his Jaw is ticking. I want to snap her arm in half.
The hour goes by so fast, that I don’t even move at first.
Roman is the first to leave, then the others leave. The girls cast me dirty looks before flouncing out of the class. I am last, but I planned it that way. Kellan moves towards the door, I grab his arm, stopping him. The possessive grip I have, has him widening his eyes. I don’t know what spurs my next action, that surprises even me. I grab him, dragging him to me and kissing him hard. He drops his bag, pulling me closer. His hands warm my exposed hips. He moves them up touching my ribs making me gasp at the touch. His tongue touches mine, dancing with it, playing with it. I moan when he strokes down the underside of my breast.
He breaks the kiss first, our breathing hard and heavy. He rests his forehead to mine, his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face.
“I can’t Everly.”
He goes on to say something more, but those words are like an ice bucket being thrown on me. I scramble back, grab my bag and run from the room. I don’t hear him call me back. The tears fall freely from his rejection. The sting of it resting in my heart.
Fuck, what is wrong with me. I don’t let guys get to me. I fuck and that’s it, no attachments, no messiness of breakups. And I especially don’t go around kissing my teachers. Yes, he is hot as fuck, but shit! I’ve messed up and bad.
I’m walking blind with the tears in my eyes that I don’t see Bethany and her lackies in front of me. Before I can get a word in, I feel a crack on my head. I don’t pass out as I slump to the floor, so I feel everything. I feel them drag me outside, over the wet grass. My skirt rides up, my legs scrape across the dirt. My head pounds and I want to throw up. I try to scramble to my feet, but another hit to my head and this time I’m gone.
I wake up to a howling wind and rain like ice on my face. It stings as it hits me, like mini dagger cutting into my sore skin. I try to move, but my arms are tied to the tree behind me. I try to scream, but I have a gag in my mouth, so I can’t scream for help. I choke as the gag digs in. My tears fall freely, my body shivering from the cold.
I start to shake from terror and the cold. My clothes soaked through and dirty. My skirt is ripped, my shoes are missing. My ass is numb from the cold hard ground. I lift my shoulder, rubbing at the gag in my mouth so I can a least breath properly. Once it’s around my neck, I take in my surrounding. I can see that I am on the cliff side, overlooking the lake below. Those bitches have left me here to freeze to death.