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“Our parents.” Wolf had his hair down today, wild and looking as intimidating at shit. He tipped his chin at Sloane. “They’re her parents too, and you’re very much a part of all this. Sure, they’re being nice, but we all do want to celebrate you.”
No agitation hit my buddy’s voice, and he had been very level-headed when dealing with the whole Bru situation. Bru had definitely been pushing lately, distancing. It was affecting his sister the most, which affected Wolf as well. Wolf had 100 percent been handling the situation with kid gloves, and he had to.
We all did.
We were all doing this for Sloane, and with all eyes on him, Bruno swung his attention to Bow.
“Sorry, Bow. Chocolate’s my favorite,” he said, then proceeded to gather his things. He got up, and Sloane lifted her head.
“Where are you going?” With a hard sigh, she scrubbed into her hair, and Bru shouldered his bag.
“I’m going to the library to get some studying in before lunch ends,” he said, mentioning the other thing he was doing lately besides being on his phone. He sauntered away, and when Sloane started to go after him, Wolf eased out of his chair.
“Let me go talk to him,” he suggested, though I had no idea what about. He gripped his chair. “Things shouldn’t be tense like this, and it has been.”
It had, but that wasn’t his fault.
Sloane appeared to be two minds about this decision, but in the end, she sat back down in her plaid skirt. She forced fingers through her hair, and the guys, Bow, and I sat in silence. Eventually, Bow had to get to her next class since it was on the other side of campus. Thatcher and Wells had the same issue as well, but they stayed.
“Now do you see what I mean?” Sloane questioned, specifically to me. “He’s not acting right. He’s…” She gripped her arms. “I didn’t want him being a casualty in all this.”
I’d once told her in an email she was like her father, and her saying this… putting others before herself, only stressed the point. My god dad, Ramses, was so giving and always put others before himself.
She really was her father’s daughter.
I was about to offer advice on a situation that I myself was ill-equipped to handle, but we were all disturbed when a guy from Court made his way over to our table.
“You guys need to come to the hallway,” he said, rushed and ominous-sounding. He didn’t specify who, but we all ended up following him out of the lunchroom. We actually made it there before security had a chance to follow.
Had they, they might have broken up what we all walked in on.
Bru and Wolf had a circle around them, the two of them at opposite ends, but only Bru was the one who looked puffed the hell up.
“You know what? You may be my sister’s brother, but you’re not fucking mine so back off,” he shot at Wolf, Bru’s face red. “I don’t need your sympathy, and I definitely don’t need your fake friend shit. We both know you were only my friend to get close to my sister.”
Sloane’s eyes shot open at my side. She said Bru’s name, but he only looked in her direction briefly before stepping up to Wolf.
“Don’t try to deny it.” Bru pointed at my buddy. “We both know what that shit was about when you visited me in the hospital and were all nice and shit. You knew the truth. Meanwhile, you were pulling the wool over my fucking eyes.”
People had their phones out, and accused of shit that he and the rest of Legacy all knew was most likely true, Wolf threaded his hands over his head.
“I’m not trying to, and I know how things started.” His lips turned down. “I do, but it doesn’t have to be that way now. It’s not that way now.”
Bru spun but didn’t back off. In fact, when he came back, his chest touched my boy’s, and at this point, I was shoving fuckers out the way to get to them both. A thick circle had formed, and people were definitely more interested in getting this on social media than letting Thatcher, Wells, and me through. I had Sloane by the arm, trying to keep her back, but she was following me.
“Bru, what the fuck?” she called, but this time, he wasn’t breaking focus enough to look away. Meanwhile, Wolf had attempted to put space between the pair, but for every space he took, Bru took two.
Wolf raised his hands. “I’m not lying, kid. It’s not that way now, and I’m telling you. You need to back off and give me my space.”
“Or what?” Bru hadn’t given him space, clearly egging Wolf on, and Wolf smirked.
Wolf pointed at him. “Let’s not forget the last time you stepped up on me like this, I let you.” His nostrils flared, eyes narrowed hard into slits. “Now, I’m trying to be civil here, but you throw a punch, I will end you.”
“Give it a fucking shot!” Bru roared, shoving his hands into Wolf’s chest. Wolf raised his fist, but cutting through the crowd, I locked arms under his. Meanwhile, Thatcher got Bru to back off via the chest, but Bru didn’t lower his fist until Wells got it.
“Back off, D,” Wolf growled, his voice low, menacing. He didn’t fight me, but I knew my friend. I let this dude go, and Bruno Sloane would be a pile of broken bones. A deep rumble hit Wolf’s chest. “I got this handled.”
I think we both knew that was bullshit.
