Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(67)

“Where do you think you’re going, slut?” Brittley sneered, stepping in front of me when I made to pass her.

I took a deep breath to try and calm myself before replying. “To pee, Brittley. That’s what you usually do in restrooms. Not stand around and compare lip gloss shades.” I flicked a contemptuous look at Katelyn, who was currently applying another coat to her lips, as I said this.

“You’re going to want to mind your manners, Riley Jameson,” Katelyn said, smirking at me in the mirror. “You don’t have your lap dogs in here to protect you.”

I met her gaze dead on, not a single ounce of fear projected from me. “I don’t need them.”

The other chick, who I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting, turned to join Britters and Katelyn. Great, three against one. Were these bitches actually serious?

I had a brief eight-second daydream about Dylan busting in here and using his kung fu skills on the three of their perfect bitch-faces, but then I remembered that I was a strong, confident chick, with half a day of fight training. I’d survived a lot lately, and I would survive these bitches.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Katelyn said, and all of a sudden I was fucking pissed. I called him Sebastian. She could call him nothing, because she shouldn’t even say his name.

“None of your fucking business.”

She smirked harder. “Oh, I wasn’t asking because I didn’t know. I was just pointing out that he’s been gone a lot lately and you should maybe find out why that is.”

Her implication that he was out fucking someone else was very clear.

“I know exactly where Sebastian is, and I don’t have any worries when he’s not here, because we trust each other.”

Saying it out loud cemented that truth for me. I really did trust them again, maybe I’d never stopped—I’d mostly been pissed by their actions, but I was coming to learn that was a part of being in Delta. Not everything was above board, and now that I was a Delta heir, I had to readjust my expectations of life.

Fury pulsed through me as I pushed closer. “What sort of woman pays a group of guys to gang rape someone? You should have your tits ripped off and your vag glued closed. You’ve officially lost your chick card.”

Brittley gasped, swinging her head to stare at Katelyn. “I thought you said they were just going to scare her?”

I snorted. “Word of advice, Britters. Don’t trust bottle-blondes who wear permanent smirks. It’s like the 101 of surviving a psychopath.”

Katelyn was no longer smiling. “I’m going to laugh at your funeral,” she said quietly. “Then I’ll fuck Sebastian. Just to prove I can. Bad things are coming for you and Delta, and if I was you, I’d run now. It won’t do you any good, but at least you’ll feel like you had a chance.”

I laughed. Because I really couldn’t let her threat settle inside of me. I had to take it as a joke because that was the only way I would survive.

Her face creased into angry lines, and she lunged forward for me. I’d been waiting for it though, and I channeled Dylan and Beck, and instead of backing up, I pushed forward, aiming for her throat with an open handed punch.

She’d clearly had some fight training as well, because her movements were smooth as she dodged my punch, swinging her arm around to crack me in the side of the head. Fuck.

I didn’t let that stop me though, and my next hit was a solid smash into her nose. She hadn’t expected it. She’d thought hitting me would be enough to stop me. But I’d been hurt a lot recently, and I was pretty sure my pain threshold was at a new high. “Are you bitches going to help?” Katelyn snarled.

Brittley shook her head. “I’m out. This shit is insane.”

She rushed from the room, and the other chick followed soon after. Leaving Katelyn and me alone.

“Now, you should run,” I advised, even though my stomach was still churning at everything she’d said. I was damn fucking good at false bravado. “We all know the head bitch can’t fight her own fights ... your squad has bailed.”

The bathroom door slammed open then, and my heart sank until I turned to find Dylan framed in the doorway. Now it was my turn to smirk. “You’re fucked now,” I said cheerfully.

Katelyn backed up, clearly well aware of the deadly skills of my guys. “Get out,” he said without inflection, and she was gone in a flash.

“Thanks, dude,” I said cheerfully, ignoring the feeling of dread in my gut. “I still gotta pee though, so can you stand guard.”

Dylan nodded, his face hard and unyielding. He was not happy, and I couldn’t blame him. This might have ended differently; Katelyn was a complete psycho and she could have had a gun or anything.

When I was done, hands washed, I joined Dylan who had not moved from the doorway, keeping out any other students.

There was a line of glaring chicks when we got out; I must have missed the bell ringing for next class. When they noticed Dylan with me though, they stopped glaring and started drooling. This was half the reason I got hate, because everyone wanted the Delta boys, and they fucking hated that I appeared to have them.

“Riley!” Eddy shouted, distracting me as she rushed down the hall. “Did you fight with Katelyn?”

I blinked. “Heard that already, huh?”

Her pretty face looked darker and angrier than usual. “I’m gonna kick her ass,” she said.