Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(83)

He shrugged again, his broad shoulder brushing against me, and sending shivers across my skin. “Didn’t say anything,” he said, a smirk playing around his lips.

Beck didn’t need to say anything to get his point across. Fucker.

The teacher didn’t blink an eye at Beck being in the wrong room, and wrong grade since he was technically in college at Ducis, and shouldn’t be in any classes with me. When the bell rang, I waited in my seat, wanting all the staring students to leave before I did. Beck remained in his relaxed position, hot ass leg spread going on in front of him as he leaned back in the chair.

I caught the edge of his ink creeping out the side of his black shirt, and tried to resist my strong urge to touch him.

“Are we sitting here all day, Butterfly?” he asked, amused. He’d caught me checking him out, and I didn’t even care.

Rising, I straightened my shoulders, trying to act like I didn’t care about all the new attention coming my way. It was worth it to spend time with Beck. To be part of the inner circle. I finally felt like I was part of a family again, and I wasn’t giving that up.

Richard’s words washed through my mind, but I dismissed them. I wasn’t being stupid and naive. He didn’t know Beck, Dylan, Jasper, and Evan like I did. He didn’t understand. He hadn’t gone through blood and fear like we had. Beck had confirmed that this morning: the previous generation of inheritors didn’t have this bond.

When we reached the hall, lots of students watched us. Beck remained close to my back, his heat washing down my spine, and for some reason, I threw extra sass into each step. Swinging my hips.

Beck’s hands wrapped around my sides, pulling me to a halt. “Keep that up, Butterfly, and you’re not going to make classes again.”

A moan choked off in my throat. This was not the place, but, shit.

I wanted him.

Needing to get myself together, I spotted the bathroom and darted toward it.

“I’ll be right back,” I called over my shoulder, ignoring the huff from Beck.

I half expected him to follow me in, but he didn’t.

Deciding I might as well pee while I was in here, I entered one of the free cubicles. The other two were occupied, and I heard toilets flush a moment before I finished and flushed as well. Stepping out, I stopped when I saw Brittley and one of her friends at the sinks, washing their hands. Trying my best to ignore them, I moved to the remaining sink, and placed my hands under the automatic soap dispenser first, followed by the water.

“It’ll never last,” Brittley said brusquely. “You’re just the new flavor of the week, but they’d never actually care about trailer trash like you.”

Her friend laughed, crossing her arms across a very ample chest.

Exhaling loudly, so she knew she was pissing me off, I dried my hands and faced the pair. “And I give a fuck what you think because?”

It was her turn to laugh. “Because Beck and me are soulmates. He knows that. He always comes back to me.”

I tried not to let jealousy rear its head, but the thought of this skinny bitch wrapped around Beck made me feel sick. “You don’t mean shit to him,” I countered, knowing this for a fact. “But since you seem so sure about it, we should ask Beck to choose. Let’s go out right now and do that.”

I waved a hand at the door, and for a moment, fear flashed in her eyes before her natural confidence reasserted itself.

“Would probably be the fastest way to get rid of the trash,” her friend chimed in, boosting Brittley’s confidence further.

She nodded. “You’re right, Jade. Beck and I were together last week, I’m sure he wants more of what I brought his way.”

My hands clawed, ready to rip her head off, but I refrained for the moment. Last fucking week. I was going to kill him. My fury was bubbling over as I slammed the bathroom door open, startling a few students lingering in the hall. Beck was leaning back on the lockers across from the door, seeming relaxed, but he had been waiting for me, because he straightened immediately. I stormed across to him, and before he could say a word, I slammed both of my hands into his chest and shoved him as hard as I could.

I’d been hoping he would hit the locker, but he didn’t move at all.

“What’s up, Riles,” he asked, looking amused.

I jerked my head toward Barbie one and two behind me. “Britters here seems to think you two were fucking last week. You know. When you were…”

“In a plane crash with you,” he cut in, that amusement going nowhere.

Brittley shifted uncomfortably, and it almost looked like she was about to take off, so I reached out and snagged her arm dragging her closer. “When was the last time you fucked her?” I asked Beck.

He shook his head. “Never. I don’t touch chicks like this.”

“I—” I opened and closed my mouth, words dying on my tongue.

Brittley let out an aggrieved sound, fighting against my hold now. When she jerked herself free, I just stared at her. “What sort of overconfident cumbucket pretends she’s important to someone, when he’s never even touched her?”

She sniffled, crossing her arms in a protective manner. “He’s touched me plenty, and it was only a matter of time before he realized how good we would be together. That we’re meant to be together.”

Jesus. She was delusional.