Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(35)

I paused once I got near. Miranda waited for me. She lifted an eyebrow as she saw me and crossed her arms.

“What do you want?” I was ready for her. She could say whatever; it wasn’t going to hurt me.

She snorted. “Are you kidding me? I’m not here to attack you.” Her voice lowered. “How’s Logan doing?”

I shrugged and opened my locker. “He’s fine.”

“I saw the clip, Sam. I saw what they were doing to him.”

I didn’t meet her gaze. My chin hardened and I grabbed my books. “They’re fine.”

“I heard they’re at the police station. Is that true?”

I whirled to her now. “Did Adam tell you that?”

She reared back with narrowed eyes. “No. My cousin’s a cop. He told me. He knew I had dated Logan for a while.”

“Oh.”

Her arms dropped to her side, and she leaned closer. “He didn’t know we had broken up.”

I swallowed. Logan had been so mean to her. I closed my eyes as I knew he’d done it for me. All her pain was because of me. Then I wrung out, “Why are you being nice to me?”

She shrugged. “Why not? You’re in the Elite. We fight with each other, but we’re a united front against everyone else.” She scanned me up and down and the corner of her mouth curved up. “Although, I gotta say that Cass and Amelia are not going to be happy with your clothes. We have an image to uphold as a member of the Elite.”

I slammed my locker shut. “Screw the Elite.”

I turned for my class and she fell in step with me. “I know. I say the same thing, but I’m just warning you. They won’t be happy.” She gave me a bright smile before she veered off for her class and when I got to the class I shared with Peter and Emily. Both waved me over and I took the seat between them. I put my books down slowly and sat with caution.

Emily chuckled and scooted a coffee to me. “Mark filled me in, sorta. I won’t bite you about your clothes. Hell, if you keep doing that then I can wear lounge clothes too. That’d be awesome.” She gave me a wolfish grin before she turned towards the front.

The teacher started.

Peter didn’t look at me during class, but at the end, he frowned a bit. It flashed over him, but was replaced for his normal deadened look just as quick. He spoke from the corner of his mouth. “I am sorry to hear about Mason.”

Then he was gone.

I sat there, stupefied, and Emily laughed. “You should see yourself.”

My mouth had dropped open. “They kicked you out of my house. Why is everyone being so nice?”

She shrugged and pulled me to my feet. “Come on, stud muffin. You’ve got class. Don’t take everything so personal. You’re Elite. This is one of the benefits of it. You have to do a lot of bad shit before you get disowned.”

“You guys own me?”

She tipped her head back and laughed. It sounded similar to Logan’s. “Not really. I mean, the Kades own you, right? You own them too?” She flashed me a bright smile as we stepped into the hallway. “And don’t let it go to your head either. That clip of Mason kicking the crap out of those guys shot him to legendary status. He was already there, but man, he’s really there now. We’re connected by association through you.”

“So the Elite is benefiting from my pain?”

“Yep!” She winked before she went down a different hallway. “Chin up, Sam!”

I groaned. Chin up, my rear. But as I headed to my third class, there was a lighter feel in my walk. Maybe things were going to be okay. I heard the sounds of the clip from the hallway, and I stopped abruptly. I turned, with my stomach churning, and saw Jessica with her phone in front of her. Her eyes were on me, and a sick smile covered her face. Two other girls were around her. I didn’t know their names, but they looked at me with haughty expressions.

“Twisted, huh?” Jessica said to her friends, but her eyes never left me. “I bet he killed someone. I bet that’s why the police arrested him. What a loser.”

I took two steps, ripped the phone out of her hands, and slammed her head against the locker. It happened so quick that she didn’t react until I stepped back. Then I waited. She whirled around with an animal screech and launched herself at me.

Before her hands touched me, someone grabbed her and threw her back against the locker. “Jessica, chill!”

I blinked as I saw Jeff in front of me. He kept his hands on her shoulders. “Come on, think about this. You want to piss her off?”

She snarled as she fought against his hold. “She’s a bitch. She attacked me!”

“And you didn’t do anything to start it? She came out of nowhere and attacked you?” He guffawed. “Listen to yourself. That’s not even a good argument. This is Sam. She doesn’t do anything unless she’s pushed. You pushed her and you know it.” Then he pressed closer and whispered, “Let it go, Jess. Come on. Let it go.”

Her eyes glared at me, but she started to calm down. As he continued to hold her and whisper in her hands, she stopped completely and stood there. Her chest rose up and down, but she never looked away from me.

Then he glanced back. “You might want to head out, Sam.”

I lifted my chin up. “No.”

He took a deep breath.