Page 67 of Fractured Souls

Lex smirks. “You can't demand for me to tell you shit. I believe Mrs. Wilson more than I'd ever believe you. Besides, I am going to go see her soon. Mrs. Wilson is letting me. So I'll get my answers on what you did.” She glares at me and then looks behind me before sidestepping me to stand in front of Gray. “How are you, Gray?” She reaches up to run a hand down his chest, but I quickly grab her wrist and slide between them.

We know this game. She sucks at it. Steph, a bitch at our school, has been gunning for Cade and I for over a year. But she doesn't want Gray around us, so she has had Lexington trying to get with him. But she despises it so much that she can’t pull it off without showing her hatred.

“You don't ever, and I mean ever, touch him. Got me?” I squeeze her wrist until I see the blood drain from her face, and she nods quickly. I release her with a shove and turn around to see the school's princesses coming over here. I groan, “Why today? Seriously? Let's just leave.” Cade grunts, and Gray snickers quietly.

Steph steps up to Cade and me while her minions stay back. “Well hello, boys, looking nice,” she purrs.

Gag.I look at Cade, and he just shrugs, then wraps his arm around her shoulders and leads her away. What the fuck?

We follow, unsure what is happening right now. Cade leads Steph right to an empty classroom and takes her inside, shutting us all out in the hall. We get a text a second later.

Caveman Cade: Might as well get my dick sucked.

What the fuck! Cade has only ever touched one other girl. It was a girl at the club a year ago, and he let her suck him off, but that was it. He has never fully been with a girl, so what the fuck is this now?

Gray just stares at his phone, his eyes wide like saucers.

I look back and see Lex and Steph’s minions standing there. “What the fuck are you doing? Fuck off!”

The minions take off, but Lex stays for a second, watching us before storming past.

I am so fucking confused right now and it's only 7:15 a.m. Fuck.

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Cade let Steph hang off him all day. She’s insanely annoying, so I don't get it, but I can't ask him until we are away from the screeching fake bitch.

We are finally leaving for the day and as soon as we all get in the truck, I turn on Cade, “What the fuck was that shit?”

Cade shrugs and starts driving.

“Seriously, Cade. Say fucking something. Because I don’t fucking get it.”

He shrugs again then glances at me. “Free pussy.”

I stare at him. I don't even know what to say to that. Gray speaks up before I can even think of what to say.

“Why though, Cade? You’ve never showed interest, and I thought you wanted nothing to do with Steph or her minions because of how they act and how they try to get me away from you guys. I don't get it. You don't care about free… girls.”

If I wasn't so shocked by Cade, I'd probably laugh and tease Gray about not wanting to say pussy.

Cade white-knuckles the steering wheel, and when we stop at a stoplight, he grabs his phone and texts us. Apparently, he’s done talking for the day.

Caveman Cade: It's just free pussy. I don't care about the dumb girl. Let it go. I am done talking about it.

I really don't want to let it go, but I know better than to push things with him, so I do. But there is something more to this, and Cade just isn't saying it.

When we get back to the club, there are way more bikes here than a normal day. Now what? I just want a break after the shit show of today. We get out and head inside, but Cade turns off and heads upstairs towards our rooms. I want to go up there and demand he tell me what the real problem is, but I’ll give him time first. Instead, Gray and I head off towards the offices looking for Noah.

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Cayden

I storm upstairs to my room, ripping the door open before slamming it shut. I change into workout clothes so I can go down to the gym. By the time I get down there, my irritation at today is just about maxed out. I’m not even angry with my brothers. I’m furious with myself.

I wrap my hands and step up to the punching bag, I know this isn’t going to be enough to calm me down, but it will have to do for now. I start in, getting a good rhythm going as I let everything from today, the last few months honestly, out.

This girl, Harley. She won’t get out of my head. I can’t let her in there. The place is too dark for anyone to ever be. But more importantly, Harley is already Ryker’s. He can get obsessive over things and people. He did when he met me. The shithead wouldn’t leave me alone until I talked to him, which I still don’t know if that was the best thing or the worst thing to ever happen because he hasn't gone away since the first time I spoke to him. All I said was, “Fuck off.” And he started clapping and shouting, “He speaks!”

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