Break Me (Brayshaw High #5)(63)

I swallow, nod, and she does the same, leaving me in the living room alone.

With a deep breath, I head out the front door, and I’m met with an SUV full of Brayshaws.

Instantly, Royce’s eyes meet mine and narrow.

“You’re here.”

“I knew you’d step out eventually.” He takes in my swollen skin but doesn’t comment. He pushes off the back door, pulling it open for me.

When I don’t rush forward, he gives a cocky grin.

He thinks I’m nervous, maybe even second-guessing myself and the reason for him being here, but he’s wrong.

I don’t know why he is here, but I’m sure it’s because he pulled me from the cafeteria at lunch my first day, and then the whole him causing a scene at his own party.

Not that I’m complaining.

I tow my backpack up a little higher on my shoulder and smile.

His brows furrow, and I glance past him to find a grin on Captain’s face.

I skip down the steps and toward Royce, slipping past and right into the seat.

I reach out to grip the handle, and he stares at me like I’m some creature he isn’t so sure what to do with.

I close the door, and I’ll admit, there’s a bit of fluttering happening in my stomach when I glance around the vehicle.

Cap has spun in the driver's seat, smiling back at me while Raven watches me intently from the front seat. Victoria is at my side and winks while Maddoc keeps his smirk to himself and steps out his door.

Royce walks around and Maddoc pushes the seat forward but makes no other move.

“Fuckin’ for real?” Royce glares.

Maddoc laughs. “My girl’s in the front seat to give her more room, gotta be behind her.”

“Motherfucker, please. Bet your ass is behind her every fuckin’ night since her belly’s busting out in the front.”

Raven laughs, fueling Royce’s fire.

“Unless she’s got Ginuwine on repeat, practicin’ for a rodeo.” He grins.

Maddoc fakes like he’s about to box his brother, and Royce’s hands fly up just as quick. They bounce around a time or two, making everyone laugh.

It’s cute, how playful they are.

I miss that the most, easy fun with my brother.

It’s Royce who gives in, shoves Maddoc, and climbs in the back with a grin that turns into a frown the second we’re all inside and the doors closed.

Captain starts driving now and I shift to face Royce.

He stares out the side window, his easy grin now a flat frown.

He must see my head turn in his peripheral because he looks to me, tipping his head back.

“What’s wrong?”

I swear he tenses though he hides it well, and I know the girls’ heads have snapped this way, but I don’t look. I stare at the boy in the back.

The tiniest of creases frame his eyes when I’m positive he tries for blank and bleak. “Not a damn thing.”

“Liar.”

Silence.

A long, creepy beat of it.

Royce licks his lips and looks away.

I face forward. “Who’s SUV is this one?”

Raven studies me. “It’s Pacman’s, why?”

Pacman must be Captain considering her hand fell on his shoulder as she said it.

He meets my eyes in the mirror.

“Are you finicky about your car?”

He gives a slow shake of his head, his smirk returning to the road. “Go for it, Bishop.”

Awe, look. He gets it.

I unbuckle and climb into the back row, plopping down right beside Royce and refasten my seat belt.

I look up, meeting Royce’s frown, and reach past him.

He trails my hand over his shoulder and past his neck. I grab his seat belt, tug it over his body and click it into place.

I smile. “Playboys should always wrap it up, right?”

His side grin’s so wide it has his lips parting, he flashes a hint of his perfect whites, but he faces forward, unwilling to give it to me completely. His hand lifts to help wipe it away and he kicks a leg out a little farther.

It’s the perfect reaction really, because he’s settling into the seat more, his frown officially turned upside down.

Objective met.

A raspy chuckle slips from Raven in the front seat, and when I face forward, she meets my eyes.

She nods and faces forward.

Later that morning, when I walk into my second period class, the teacher hands me a summer school ballot, the first class listed to start six weeks from now, check marked, and circled in red?

Swimming.

I smile, an unexpected warmth blooming in my chest, sign where the highlighted section tells me to, and hand it back.

I make my way to my seat, a sigh escaping as I take it.

The light Maybell was talking about, a sliver of it shines through, and not for the first time, and it has everything to do with the stubborn, bighearted, Brayshaw.

Thank you, Playboy.





Chapter 18





Royce



Brielle steps around the corner of the living room and into the kitchen, squinting when she spots me standing outside the screen door.

I wait for her to reach me, shove the thing open and come outside, but she doesn’t. She wraps her hand around the frame and pokes her head out, the rest of her still tucked inside.