Nero (Made Men #1)(11)

“I can’t believe it. Nero is… nice?”

“No way. He is…” She looked over at him. He was perfect, at least on the outside. However, he had never talked to her a day in her life. She was positive he had slept with half the girls at school; therefore, he didn’t lack for companionship, which only left two options. He either wanted to sleep with Elle or do something horribly mean to her.

Either way, he isn’t going to fool me. “He wants something, but I’m not going to find out what it is. I know exactly who Nero Caruso is, and ‘nice’ is the last word I would use to describe him.”

“Yeah, but aren’t you just a little curious?” Chloe raised her right eyebrow. It was missing a patch of hair from her scar. Elle noticed her black hair was swept behind her ear. “I know I am.” She hadn’t seen her this happy in a long time. She hated the fact that Cassandra would be back tomorrow to ruin it. Chloe deserved to be happy.

“No, I’m not.” Elle didn’t even notice she was lying to herself at that moment.

When Elle and Chloe finished their lunch and went to Spanish, Elle still couldn’t believe the audacity of Nero.

‘All right, babe. I’ll eventually be sitting right there. I can wait.’

Who in the hell does he think he is? Oh, right, the king of Legacy Prep. Elle didn’t care if he was king of the world, she could feel he had an ulterior motive.

I mean, why now? Why does he want to talk to me now?

Before Elle knew it, it was time for the last class of the day. Elle walked Chloe to her class, continuing to keep up her speed in the halls, yet she worried much less today.

“Stay here and wait for me. We’re not going to try to be bold just because Cassandra isn’t here. Clearly she’s the ringleader, but you know just as much as I do she is not the only one who likes to ruin our lives.” Elle gave Chloe a serious face. She wanted to make sure she got the full picture.

“I know. I’ll wait right here.” Elle felt satisfied Chloe didn’t want to risk anything, either.

“All right, catch you later.” Elle started her walk to the other side of the school.

When she reached her classroom, she sat at the table she had been at yesterday. She was still going to leave as soon as the bell rang. Elle didn’t trust anyone in this school besides Chloe.

As Elle felt someone sit down beside her, she turned and saw Nero sitting at the table with her.

“What are you doing?”

Nero smiled. “I’m sitting. I’ve decided I’m not going to be nice and ask your permission.”

Elle looked around the room, noticing Cassandra’s bimbos looked pissed. Everyone else’s faces looked completely confused.

I’m just as confused. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Your status is dropping every second you sit there.” Elle made sure she had her best sarcastic tone on.

Nero laughed. “You think I give a shit what these people think?”

Elle looked at him; like, really looked at him. He was much taller than her, but when they were sitting down, she didn’t have to look up to see his face. He had dark skin and was cleanly shaven, but she could tell he could grow a beard like any older man. Something about his eyes intrigued her; it was like they were emeralds.

“No, clearly you don’t.”

As soon as Elle went up to the back of the class to pick up her poster, Nero followed right behind her. He found his first and headed back to the table. Elle grabbed her blank poster and headed back as well. She laid the poster on the table and took her seat.

“How come yours doesn’t have anything on it?”

“Because I haven’t decided what to put on it.” Elle actually still hadn’t decided what to do with the darned thing.

“You do know you’re just supposed to throw shit on it you like, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” Elle stared at her poster and bit her lip. Who am I?

“You’re thinking too hard about this. What makes you happy?”

Elle looked at Nero. She could tell he was confused as to why she didn’t know what to put on her poster. She swore he looked almost concerned.

What makes me happy? She had never thought of it like that. A lot of things in her life made her upset; however, she knew what always made her happy; it was how she stayed sane.

Elle opened her satchel, then grabbed some lined paper out and a pen.

She looked at Nero, and for the first time, she gave him a smile. “Thanks.”

Nero threw his arm behind her chair. “No problem, babe.”

And then he ruins it. “Don’t call me that. You should go back.” Elle nodded toward the table he had sat at yesterday. The two girls had been putting daggers into her skin the entire time. “I think they miss you calling them ‘babe’, anyways.”

“Yeah, you would know. I saw you watching me yesterday.”

“I don’t kno—”

Nero grabbed the back of her head and made her look at him. “Don’t lie to me. Not now, not ever.” His deep tone became serious and his eyes demanded an answer.

Elle could only nod, her mouth starting to turn dry. She wasn’t scared of him. But I probably should be.

“Good. Now, this is where I’m going to sit whether you have a problem with it or not. I understand if you don’t want me to sit with you at lunch, for now, but don’t tell me to move again.”