Page 8 of Hunted Heir

I smile at both of them but the girl was sobbing a few seconds ago, she needs somebody to talk her off a ledge or maybe she just needed a good cry. Either way, I start walking backwards distancing myself from them, giving those two some space and privacy to work out whatever’s going on.

My calf bumps into something behind me, not hard, maybe a stump or even a chair. I lean back, still watching Frankie and Eden. Unfortunately, at the same time a screaming nuisance of an alarm shoots off.

Frankie and Eden are now watching me. I swear I shot up at least ten feet into the sky but it was probably less than aninch. Both the girls are giving me an, ‘Oh shit’ face. The alarm scared the shit out of me, jolting my arms and causing my phone to smash against the precious metal. It happened when I came back down from that one inch height.

“Oh fuck,” I say as I get a good look at the fancy fucking car. I have no idea what it is, but it’s one of those where you could buy a very nice house instead.

Frankie and Eden jump to their feet and race over to me. This is happening at the same time a very hot young guy my age, wearing a very pissed off red face, storms out from the cafeteria doors. At least we’re close to food now.

The guy is followed by a horde of hot football players. I recognize most of them as the people I was told to avoid and stay away from.

Gee, I wonder if this is his car? I want to really say that out loud, but that’s the moment that Frankie and Eden get next to me. I take a deep breath, realizing I don’t have to go through this onslaught alone.

“Cal Santorin,” one of the girls mumble but honestly I can’t figure out if it was Eden or Frankie. Both of their faces go pale. Fucking white as a ghost.

I feel bad but it’s not my fault that I’m really fucking clumsy. Only in bad situations, rarely ever by myself.

I swear this guy Cal looks like one of those short men in the cartoons where he has smoke coming out of his ears and his face keeps getting redder and redder. I chuckle, trying to mask it but it fails, alerting everyone to my mistake, shit.

I recognize the last name when one of the girls said it and I recognize the same name plastered all over the sweater that I’m currently wearing.

“Fucking bitch.” Cal finally makes it up to me and I swear he has a fucking temper tantrum. He starts walking back-and-forth looking at his car, pulling at his hair. It looks a little spiky now,highlighting his red face. I know I made a big mistake but I can’t help it as I chuckle again.

These people are so fucking rich, can’t they just take care of it? It’s only a damn car. I’m always a hostile smartass when I feel like I’m going to be attacked. I do feel a slight bit of remorse because the guys at the boxing club would flip is something happened to their bikes.

I pull the five hundred that my father gave me out of my backpack and try to hand it to him.

Cal starts to howl in laughter, that is obviously not funny. The howl is deeply disturbing, as his football friends flank him. My gaze pauses on one guy, noticing that it’s the governor’s son. He shares the same hateful glare that’s glued to Cal’s tomato covered face.

“Is this a joke?” Cal spits out as he smacks the five hundred out of my hand. “You’re going to fucking pay for this.”

“With death and pain bitch,” one of the bigger football players spits out. I have no idea who the fuck he is but Eden snarls at him, actually fucking snarls.

“Suck a thumb, Logan,” Eden hisses at the guy, which causes both Frankie and the other football players to laugh. There’s a story behind that.

I was nice. I tried to give him the money. All that privileged asshole did was threaten me. I put my shoulders back, I refuse to be the shiny new toy for them to have a good time with for the next year.

Dread pools in my stomach, this Cal leaves a sour disgusting taste in my mouth.

This is my fucking second time in as many days that I’ve had to defend myself. Unfortunately for me, or maybe it was a blessing in disguise, Eden and Frankie fanatically grabbed for me, pulling me away from everybody else. Eden scooped up the money, stuffing it back in my backpack.

“What the fuck is wrong with those two?” I snarl as they drag me away. I still want to go back, I’m lit.

Screw these rich assholes.

“They can make your life hell, be careful,” Frankie says as she gently squeezes my arm and gives Eden a hug, then walks away.

This year is going to fucking suck, maybe I can get back into State if I beg and plead.

Chapter

Five

Taylor

I continue to throw Eden’s stress ball straight up at the ceiling. I’m lying on my bed in our dorm room. We’re almost at the end of August and I have officially been here for one week of school. I’ve made it.

The school isn’t that bad. For the most part the girls and the guys have left me alone, and hopefully it stays that way for the rest of the year. As long as my clumsy ass settles down and I don’t say anything I shouldn’t, it will. I don’t mind being invisible, I could’ve got my ass kicked, I’m grateful for Eden and Frankie.

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