Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(36)

I reached out pulling her out of Royal’s protective arms and slammed her harshly against the brick wall behind her. An ear-piercing scream came from her mouth as she fought against my hold, her sharp nails sinking bitterly into my skin. I could feel the pricks of pain covering my arm and feel the blood bubbling to the surface as she dug in deeper, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t, not with the evil witch herself in front of me.

“Noelle.” Royal’s voice held a warning, and I knew he was ordering me to stop; I was sure of it. He knew I didn’t need this on my record any more than he did, but I was done with this cunt f*cking with me. I was done with her making assumptions about me, and making my life a living hell because she wanted to be with Royal. Instead of listening to Royal, I did what I wanted to.

“Eat your own words, bitch!” My words were deafening as I brought one of my hands up where I was previously holding her against the wall, and brought it up to her throat instead. I slammed her against the brick wall trying to get her to stop moving. Her head bounced off the wall, and a slew of annoying words were falling from her awful lips. I was so over her— over her hurtful words— over her in general.

“Noelle!” Royal tried to grab me, but I shrugged him off. I didn’t need him to defend me anymore. I gripped the paper in my hands tighter, the horrible mean words that she wrote on it swirling around in my mind.

Whore. How could she even lump me into that group? I was nothing like her. Nothing like the other girls that walked the halls of this school.

Without giving much thought to what would happen, I took that piece of paper and shoved it straight into her mouth, the entire wad of paper fitting perfectly without even a smidge of force. It was as if she was used to opening her mouth that big. As if she was accustomed to deep throating her own words.

“You f*cking bitch,” she mumbled around the paper. I could barely make out the words, but it still made me smile as I pulled away from her. The rage was still building inside of me, shoving her words down her throat apparently wasn’t enough to calm me.

Before I even really knew what I was doing, I pulled my hand back, swinging it straight at her face; my palm landing against her cheek with a loud whack. Shock registered in Sasha’s eyes as she brought her hand up to her cheek, covering the already deep red blemish I had just put on her skin.

I could hear teachers coming down the hall, ordering us to separate. Sasha didn’t seem to care anymore than I did about getting into trouble because she took that split second where I celebrated the damage I had just caused her to attack me.

Sasha’s body slammed into mine as she tackled me to the floor, her nails digging into the side of my face. Pain seared my scalp as she pulled at a clump of my hair. I clenched one of my fists tightly, raising it just in time to slam it straight into her stuck-up f*cking nose. A booming shriek erupted from her as her eyes started to water and a dribble of blood dripped down from her nose. Satisfaction filled my belly in waves. Take that, you twat!

“Cat fight!” a group of onlookers yelled, forming a small circle around us.

“I hate you. I hate you. You stupid f*cking bitch!” she barked. I could feel the weight of her body against mine, forcing me harder into the relentless floor beneath me.

“Get the f*ck off of her!” Royal’s voice cascaded over both of us, and she stopped fighting, her hold on me going slack. I could see the fear in her eyes as Royal plucked her off of me, shoving her back against a wall.

“You don’t touch her. I told you once before not to f*ck with what is mine. I told you what would happen if you did. We aren’t dating, Sasha, whatever claim you think you have to me is all inside of your own damn head,” Royal yelled directly into Sasha’s face, causing her to slowly step back to avoid being in his path. “I’ve proven to all of you time and time again that I’m not f*cking around. Leave her the f*ck alone.” I could see and hear the placid anger in his voice. A warmth trickled down my cheek, so I wiped at it, and blood marred my fingers from one of the scratches that Sasha was able to land against my face.

“If you think you own this school, Royal, you’re wrong. If you think she can handle you…” Sasha words were cut off because Principal Jefferson decided right then and there to make his appearance. Disappointment forming in his bleak eyes.

“In my office right now!” he bellowed above all the whispering voices. Sasha looked shocked.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Mr. Jefferson.” She laid the sucking up on thick. I shoved myself up off the floor.

“I’m sure you can suck his dick if you feel so inclined to get out of trouble.” I don’t know where the remark came from, but I was done giving a shit. Sasha was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Noelle, what on earth has come over you, young lady?” Mr. Jefferson asked, utter shock radiating from his words. I rolled my eyes at him.

“What’s come over me? Assholes, that’s what.”

“You’ve earned yourself detention for that comment right there,” Principal Jefferson continued.

I could see Royal’s lips tipping up in a smirk from my comment as I headed toward Mr. Jefferson’s office to plead my case. It didn’t matter anyway. My mother would be pissed about me fighting at school. It was unladylike and extremely uncalled for, but God did it feel f*cking good.

I planted myself in a chair in the office, and it was then I realized why Royal fought so much. It felt good, way better than just talking about what was bothering you.