Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(9)

My eyes grew wide with fear and maybe a tinge of excitement as he shoved his shorts down his long toned legs. I averted my attention to his face knowing that all his junk was on full display. I forced a breath into my lungs and narrowed my eyes at him trying to show him that anything he did, didn’t affect me as much as he wanted it to.

“This is my house, too.” My words trembled, teetered on the very verge of not even being said. I tried to take another step away from him, keeping my eyes on the stupid smirk that started to form on his face.

“You want my cock, Noelle?” His words were dirty, hell he was f*cking dirty. I shook my head now, causing my hair to fly into my face shielding my emotions from him.

“Just….” I stuttered again. “Just put some damn clothes on, Royal, and for f*cks sake please keep your music down.” I turned on my heels, pulling the door open as quickly as I possibly could, running from his bedroom and straight into my own slamming and locking the door behind me.

I could practically hear the laughter escaping his lips. There was no way I could handle him. He was so much more than I ever expected.

So intimidating.

So dark.

He had a story to tell but was too afraid to tell it.

I was going to have a heart attack if I had to deal with this kind of behavior every single day. I really thought there was some good in him, but maybe my mom was right? Maybe some people were a lost cause? If he refused to even be civil then what was the point?

“Deep breaths…” I whispered to myself leaning against the wall. Royal didn’t give a shit about what I had to say… The loud pounding of his music all but said it. I ran a hand down my face in frustration. This wasn’t going to work. He was bad, very bad; the worst kind of bad. The kind that I spent my entire high school career avoiding.

I wanted to stomp back over to his bedroom and remind him that it was me who fought to make sure he could stay here but didn’t. It would be pointless. He didn’t care about anything but himself. Instead, I threw myself down on my mattress as another song started, the beat of it causing a dull ache to form at the back of my head.

My thoughts lingered back to what had just taken place. Did he really just take his shorts off in front of me? Did I want him to? I couldn’t think about anything else for the rest of the night as I sat in my bedroom wondering what it was he was doing across the hall.

Royal. I shook my head saying his name out loud. He would fit right in with all the other jocks and *s at Sauk Prep; it was I who would still look like an outcast.





Chapter Five


-Royal


Sauk Prep was exactly as I knew it would be. A piece of shit school with a bunch of stuck-up jocks and prissy bitches that thought they were better than you because their families had money. The school itself wasn’t so bad; it reminded me of any other typical school, minus the green and white school uniforms we were forced to wear. Thankfully they didn’t have one for me yet, so I got to wear my denim jeans and t-shirt.

I watched Noelle out of the corner of my eye as we sat in the school office together waiting for Principle Jefferson, as she called him. She was wearing the uniform: a green skirt with a button-down white t-shirt that was tucked in. Her sunshine-colored hair was curled at the ends, and she had a headband in her hair. The only thing that gave way to her own personal style were the pair of hot pink chucks she was wearing. Yeah, anyone with eyes could see she was sexy as hell.

“Stop staring at me,” she whisper-yelled at me, shooting dagger from her eyes. I smirked, knowing just how much it pissed her off. Ever since our argument where I exposed myself to her, she had been distant. Which was a good thing because I didn’t want a whole lot to do with her either. I mean she was nice to look at, but that was about all.

“It’s a good thing I can do whatever I want then, isn’t it?” I relaxed into my chair, my eyes skimming up her long legs. She was beautiful; I would give her that. Something decent to look at, but she stood for everything I hated about my father. She got the life that I never had; the money that paid for all the things she could ever want and need.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. My smile grew at the same rate her anger did. I watched as she clasped her tiny fists together in her lap. It made me feel better to evoke anger out of her. After all, her and her mother were the reason I had to live as I did and the cause of most of my problems.

“Bitch,” I whispered back. She whipped her head around, staring me straight in the eyes with a look of shock and confusion forming in those hazel orbs. Did she seriously think we would be friends? Didn’t she get that I didn't want a damn thing to do with her or her perfect little parents?

“Noelle, Royal, please come in.” Mr. Jefferson’s voice met my ears, and of course I shot up from my chair, walking over to him before Noelle even had a chance to stand. I looked Mr. Jefferson up and down, sizing him up. He was a large man, a bit round in the belly, though his height seemed to make up for it.

The gray suit he was wearing said he took his job seriously, and I wanted to ask him if it was really that hard of a job supervising a bunch of stuck-up brats, but I didn’t. I could save it for another time knowing damn well I would be in his office again. Probably several more times if my track record with authority said anything about me.

“Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Jefferson.” Noelle gave him a soft smile as he ushered us into his office, closing the door behind us.