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“It was an accident,” I whispered, feeling my eyes well up with tears.
“As if,” she sneered. “You were looking for his attention and you got it.”
“No,” I mumbled. “I wasn’t.”
“Oh, please,” she hissed. “Ever since you showed up here, you’ve caused him nothing but problems. Fighting with Ronan McGarry?” She arched a brow. “I bet you loved that, didn’t you?”
I shook my head, mortified.
“I hope you know that he’s being nice to you because he has no choice,” she added, glaring at me. “Because your mommy tried to have him suspended and he needs to keep his nose squeaky clean for the Academy.”
My mouth fell open.
“You thought I didn’t know that, either?” She laughed softly. “I know all about you. All your little secrets. All the skeletons in your closet.”
“I don’t… I haven’t… It’s not—”
“Save it,” Bella snapped. “Your poor-little-me victim act won’t work on me. I’m letting you know that what those girls in that shitty school you came from did to you will feel like a walk in the park in comparison to what I do if you don’t back off.” She gave me a hard look before adding, “This is me being friendly, Shannon. I won’t be so nice if I have to tell you again.”
“You won’t have to,” I strangled out.
Not giving her a chance to respond, I slipped around her and bolted out of the bathroom. I needed to get the hell out of here and fast.
Because it was lunchtime and raining outside, the corridors were filled with other students taking shelter from the weather.
With my heart hammering rapidly in my chest, I maneuvered through the crowd with my head down and my mind set on the exit. I only made it to five feet from the bathroom door when I crashed into a wall of hard muscle. The impact caused me to bounce backwards and land in a heap on the floor.
“Whoa, shit,” a familiar voice grunted. “Sorry about that.”
Two large hands wrapped around my arms and pulled me up.
“I didn’t see you there, little Shannon,” Gibsie chuckled as he set me on my feet. “Are you okay?”
I had done enough stalking to know that wherever Gerard Gibson was, Johnny Kavanagh was never far behind, and vice versa. That was a worrying concept considering the war that had been just declared on me.
I nodded once and tried to sidestep him. Problem was, Gibsie intercepted my move and blocked my path.
“Hey,” he coaxed, tone suddenly serious. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?”
“I’m f-fine,” I sniffled, desperately trying to keep my sobs at bay.
It didn’t work. The minute he crouched down and made eye contact with me, a huge sob racked my body.
“Shit,” he muttered, looking around nervously. “I did hurt you.”
“N-no, you d-didn’t. I just n-need to g-go h-home,” I spluttered, crying like a baby right in front of him. “Right n-now.”
It was all too much for me.
The blood. The threats. The panic.
It was too much and I was freaking out.
“Should I hug you?”
I shook my head.
“Should I take you home?”
