Page 129 of Reaper's Claim

They say that couples balance each other out, like yin and yang. That the bad things one does is balanced out with the kind things the other one does. If this is the case, Reaper and I were screwed.

“Kim, how do you know this is even her car?” I hissed down at her, while Kim did artwork on a black sedan that she swore was the brunette’s.

The last thing I needed was a rant off Dad about this.

“I’m done.” Kim stood up proudly, ending my watch. I glanced at the poorly drawn penis and the scratched words,sit on this, bitch.

I handed her back her handbag, and we started to weave our way out of the car park.

Kim found out that the brunette was named Viven Westbrook. I was more than annoyed when I found out that it was indeed Sebastian’s little sister.

I wondered why he had gone out of his way to befriend me and she had gone out of her way to scare me off.

“I swear if that bitch has tipped our lockers again, I’m going to lose it,” Kim grumbled beside me.

Over the past week, Vivien had been doing childish things to get to us. It was amazing what influence she had across the university. Her shitty deeds ranged from the canteen lady ignoring us, to our lockers being tipped, teachers refusing to answer our questions. The one thing that really got to me was Sebastian wouldn’t even acknowledge me.

Not that I wanted his attention in a romantic way, it was just the point of the matter.

“Well, I’ll see you at lunch.” I said, parting ways with Kim. “Don’t do anything stupid between now and then.”

Kim was ready to go head to head with Vivien; I was the one holding us back.

It was going to take a lot more than some childish pranks for me to break.

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My locker door was shut forcefully in my face, my hand just escaping injury.

“Defacing my car? Really?” Vivien was once again in my personal space, her face curled with rage.

“I’m starting to get sick of you in my face.” I turned to face her. “Actually, I’m starting to get over you in general, Vivien.”

Her eyes widened slightly when I said her name.

“Why can’t you and your club whore of a sister go back to sucking cock for a living already?”

She sure had a mouth on her.

I glared back into her rage-filled eyes. “Why don’t you just get the point and leave us alone?” I kept my tone controlled. “Because we aren’t going anywhere.” I took a dominating step closer to her. “So back the fuck off.”

She looked intimidated before her eyes filled with an uncontrollable rage. “You and your sister will be leaving this campus.”

She shouldered me firmly before storming off up the hall.

I gritted my teeth for a moment and thought over her threat. She wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Which meant two things, we would either have to step up and take her on or just continue to ignore her as much as possible.

I sighed heavily. Still was going to take something more than what she was doing to get me to sink to her level.

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“So you’re letting this bitch walk all over you?” Kade looked at me with disbelief while he continued to stroke my bare back. I had snuck into his room just after midnight—boy, did he get a surprise when I slid into his bed.

He told me I was lucky I didn’t get a bullet in the foot. I told him he was a drama queen, and who else would be wanting to sneak into his room but me?

“Do you know her? Vivien Westbrook, does that ring any bells or something? She is acting like I’ve personally attacked her.”

He frowned for a moment while I got distracted tracing the tattoo that ran down his arm.

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