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“Because he made a pass at a girl I was fucking.” His expression darkened. “Shapiro’s nasty ass didn’t know that I saw but I did, and since I knew Bow was working with him on some computer thing, that shit wasn’t okay.”
My brow lifted. “Is that why you told him she couldn’t each lunch with him?”
He pushed off the sink. “Like I said, that shit wasn’t okay. Of course, that was before I knew he changed his name and his history at that other school. Through some digging, Thatcher found that shit out after he asked me why I threatened the guy.” He scrubbed his face. “Dude only doesn’t have a record because he somehow got his victims to drop the charges. His history at the other school slipped under the radar too because his family has money and covered that shit up. Thatcher and I wanted to go after his ass ourselves since the law couldn’t, but Dorian and Wolf said that wasn’t the way to go. They both asked around, and it wasn’t hard for them to find a few girls that Shapiro already messed with since coming to our school. The girls agreed to come forward, and Wolf and Dorian made Thatch tell his parents all the stuff he dug up so we could get the cops involved in all this. While they were doing that, I went after Shapiro myself. Dude needed a fucking beating if he was even entertaining for a fucking second making Bow his next victim, and I knew the cops wouldn’t do that.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Does Bow know about all this?”
Wells cuffed his arms. “Don’t know why she needs to,” he said, and I blinked.
“Uh, how about because you might have saved her from something really messed up?” Not to mention she thought what he’d done today was because he’d gone psycho. Hell, I’d thought he’d gone psycho. “She thinks you’re just being controlling.”
Wells’s look was dismissive, passive when he moved his blond locks around. He really didn’t care what she believed, but I did.
My lips turned down. “You should tell her.”
“No, and neither will you.” He checked himself out in the mirror like an arrogant fuck. I usually only caught Thatcher doing that crap. The boy had a mirror in his fucking locker. Wells’s gaze clashed with mine through the mirror. “She does belong at our table and shouldn’t be sitting with anyone else.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You know, I think she has a crush on you.” Though, I didn’t understand why. Especially since she said he bullied her.
His hands stopped in his hair. “Well, that’d be stupid of her,” he said, flicking his stark white locks forward like he was actually going somewhere. “She’s like my little sister, and Thatcher’s actual sister.” He dropped his hands. “Like I said, stupid.”
Jesus. He really was an asshole, but then again…
I’d come to know all these guys since coming here, and being an asshole and being Legacy tended to go together. The dark prince and I had definitely butted heads in the past.
We butted heads now.
“Thanks for stitching me up,” Wells said, a door clicking shut from somewhere in the house. Since we were on this end of it, I assumed that person was Ares. “That’d be Wolf. Probably need to, uh…”
Before he could finish, I went back into Dorian’s room. I found a spare shirt, then tossed it at Wells. “If you don’t want him to know about the blood.”
Wells nodded before swapping one shirt out for the other. He seemed at odds with what to do with the first so I took it, telling him I’d take care of it. I didn’t know exactly what I’d do with it, but Ares would obviously be looking for him, so I had more time to stash it.
Wells pounded my fist. “Good looking out, princess.”
I laughed. “No problem.” I started to go, but before I did, he cut me off.
“I know you and D are having an issue, and though neither of you asked for my two cents on the situation, I’m going to give it to at least you.”
Getting my attention, I rested against the door.
His hands eased into his pockets. “It probably looks like he really didn’t want to tell you about that bastard Callum, like he didn’t trust you, but I know D. He does trust you. He just…”
“Didn’t want me to see him as a monster.” My stomach soured. “I know.”
Wells acknowledged that, his nod subtle. “Anyway, I’m not saying you should forgive him, but he loves you a lot and…” Wells rubbed his arm. “He’s hurting real bad. He sees a lot of shit in himself that isn’t real, and thinking you’d see that shit too?” He shook his head. “I know he’s not a monster. We all do, but that shit doesn’t matter when a guy believes it, which he does. It kills him knowing you’d see that, or even the possibility of it.”
I knew this too, and I didn’t see him as a monster. In fact, he was the opposite to me always.
I couldn’t believe Wells and his intuitiveness sometimes. He’d shared his own musings on Ares with me before, and he was really surprising me with how thoughtful and profound he could be. He and Thatcher tended to lack a maturity the other boys had, and Dorian didn’t seem like the type much to share his feelings. He might not have to with these best friends he had though. They all really were intuitive about each other, as if empaths for one another.
There was so much love between them.
I’d seen that time and time again, another example tonight at the precinct. Thatcher telling Wells thanks after what he’d done tonight, which was something he obviously couldn’t do himself. Then there was Ares picking everyone up and using his resources to go into the precinct himself to get Wells out. Dorian hugging Wells at the police station, then later escorting him to our house to make sure he was okay only completed their circle.
Wells probably thought we were done, but I ended up hugging him for some reason. I just felt we’d shared a moment, and it was nice…
Until he sniffed my hair.
