Kim’s new appearance shocked him.
In his bloody face.
Aiden’s eyes are on me. The murderous energy is in the air without me having to look at him.
Xander stares at Kim with contempt. “What have you done, Berly?”
Kim’s hand starts shaking. He made her life a living hell like Aiden made mine. The only difference is that her bullying has been going on since the previous school. She doesn’t talk about it, but considering that she knew these arseholes her entire life, I’m sure it’s been going on for even longer than that.
“Ignore him,” I lean in so only she can hear me. “They get off on a reaction. Don’t show it.”
“You think you’re all pretty now?” He strides forward with a barely tucked-in menace.
Kim shrinks into me, biting her lower lip. Even with her courage resolution, I can’t really blame her.
Xander is an intimidating arsehole both because of his stupid football build and his influence as a minister’s son.
Besides, he’s humiliating her in front of a class full of kids who always hated her.
“Once a nobody, always a nobody, Kimberly.” He snarls her name.
Her bottom lip trembles, which means she’s about to cry. The arsehole always makes her cry.
“Xander, p-please,” she whispers.
He slams his hand on the wall, and Kim flinches. “You don’t say my fucking name.”
“That’s enough.” I level him with a hard glare.
“Stay out of it, Frozen.” He’s speaking to me, but his entire attention is on Kim and her bowed head.
I’m about to pull her into a seat when Silver barges through the door, carrying a coffee cup. Her minions follow after, flipping their hair and making a show of their entrance.
Great.
Silver hits my shoulder and spills her cup of coffee on Kim’s front.
I gasp as Kim’s white shirt, jacket, and even the skirt soak in caramel coffee.
Kim closes her eyes and a tear rolls down her cheek.
The rest of the class snickers.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Silver?” I’m about to lunge at her, but Kim digs her nails into my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oops.” Silver holds the empty cup. “Go change, Berly. While you’re at it, lose the whorish skirt. It doesn’t suit your fat hips.”
Her minions chuckle and everyone in the class follows suit.
Everyone except for me and the four horsemen.
My gaze snaps to Aiden. He’s twirling the ball on a finger, but he’s not watching the scene.
He’s watching me.
Despite my resolution to not get stuck in his games, I meet his glare with one of my own.
For a moment, it’s as if only the two of us are in the class.
He’s surrounded by his murderous demons while I seethe for what his minions do.
Since that first time he announced he’d destroy me in front of the entire school, I’ve become RES’s outcast.
He doesn’t even have to do anything. He just sits like a king on his throne and watches what his loyal subjects do.
The bullying and the rumours that I slept with professors for my grades never fazed me because I know who I am.
Who Aunt and Uncle raised me to be.
Every day is a battle in this war Aiden created.
Sometimes, I get weak and hide in the library or cry by myself in the bathroom.
However, I never show weakness in front of him.
Not when I’m almost sure he gets off on it.
He’s usually sitting there, relaxed, watching intently as his minions turn my life into hell.
Only there’s nothing relaxed about his expression. I swear if demons can spill from someone’s eyes, they’d be crowding his space.
When he plays football or when he’s in class, Aiden is every bit the golden boy.
Excellent grades.
Elites’ ace striker.
Contagious smile.
But with me?
Aiden King is one dark fucker.
He only gives me murderous glares as if my mere existence offends him. As if I’m the reason for the world’s endless wars and famine.
That arsehole ruined my fresh start in this school.
My dream.
My new page.
I hate him.
Kim releases me and runs out of the classroom. Xander starts after her with wide strides.
I attempt to follow, but Silver blocks my way with a plastic smile. “She doesn’t need a maid, Frozen.”
“Get out of my way,” I grind out. When she doesn’t move, I push her and throw over my shoulder to no one in particular. “Oh, and if you have to bring someone down to feel so good about yourselves, then I feel sorry for you.”
I don’t wait for a reply as I run down the hallway.
It’s a trip to the back garden where Kim usually hides — or finds peace, as she calls it.
After a minute of full-speed running, my heart’s palpitations skyrocket into an irregular rhythm.
I stop at the corner of the third tower to catch my breath. My palm clutches my heart as sweat breaks over my brows.
Breathe in. Blow out.
Inhale. Exhale.
In.
Out.
My nails dig into my chest over RES’s logo as I exit the building and head to the back garden.
With every step I take into the cut grass, a weight crushes my chest. My breathing becomes irregular, too.
A sliver of panic lodges deep within. My hands tingle and that familiar urge to scrub them clean takes over my senses.
I can’t think past the sensation that my hands are dirty. They need to be scrubbed clean.
The pain in my chest is like tiny needles, tirelessly prickling my heart, even when I walk as slow as possible.
My heart condition can’t relapse.
It simply can’t.
Being able to run again didn’t come easily after the surgery. There were Nazi-style rehabilitations and a complete change in my lifestyle.
The nightmare can’t be back.
I need to run.
If I don’t purge my energy and stress into running, I’ll go crazy.
Kim and Xander’s silhouettes appear in the small cabin house on the outskirts of the garden. She’s crying and yelling, but I’m not close enough to hear what she’s saying.
That and my ears are buzzing so loud, I can barely hear my own breathing.
This is bad.
I blink twice and breathe through my nose then my mouth.
Xander pushes into Kim, imprisoning her against the edge of the cabin. Her back hits the wooden pole and her eyes widen.
It could be because I’m disoriented.
It could be that this is the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Or it simply could be that I’ve finally had enough.
I’m done with these arseholes ruining mine and Kim’s life.
I pull out my phone and record a video. Xander grips her by the hips pulling her into him. Although I want to cut off his dick for putting his hand on my best friend, I know that will bring nothing. The video, however, will.
I can see Xander Knight’s fall in sight. Either he leaves Kim alone or I’ll blackmail him with sexual harassment. RES might be under his father’s command, but the press isn’t.
They’d be delighted to hear how sick and entitled a minister’s son actually is.
I’m in the mood to ruin his future like he’s been actively ruining her life.