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Right when I go to shove through the door, an arm latches around my elbow and I spin, letting my fist fly, but of course he catches it, his eyes narrowing.
The sting is too much at this point and moisture prickles behind my eyes, making his tighten.
“What the f—” Royce cuts off when the smell hits and he grips my hair bringing it to his nose.
He curses and pushes forward, dragging me to the girl’s shower ... that he seems to have no problem finding.
He turns on the water and tries to grab ahold of my shirt, but I press it tighter against my chest.
“Let go of the fucking shirt, Raven. I’ve seen more tits than you can count, and you’re wearing a bra.”
“No.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine, get under the cold water. Your back’s all red. It won’t take it away, but you gotta wash the shit off.” His frown curves into a grin in the next second. “Wanna take off your pants?”
I shove him back and step under the cool spray, wincing lightly when it hits my back. I let it run down my body a few minutes, before gripping my hair and looking it over.
Shit. Ugly yellow and gold spots shine back at me toward the ends where the bleach ruined my black, never before dyed hair.
Bitch.
“Shit, RaeRae.” Royce pulls my hair over my shoulder and runs his fingers through it. “Maybe you can cut it?”
Then she wins.
His fingertips run across my skin making me jump.
It’s not like a heat burn, more irritating, but that fire feeling is still there.
I bend my back, and my bra scrapes against it making me wince.
“Son of a bitch.”
“You need to unclip this thing, it’s rubbing on you and it’s soaked in bleach.”
I huff, knowing he’s right. “Fine, unclip it.”
I pull my hair completely to one side and he steps under the spray with me, grabbing the clasp in his hand. Right when he goes to undo it, footsteps knock against the cement flooring behind us and we both turn to look over our shoulders.
Maddoc stands there, his face completely blank, but his hands are fists at his side, eyes not on me, but his boy.
It’s a sight to see, I’m sure. Me and Royce dripping wet under water, my shirt off as he helps undo my bra.
Royce finishes undoing the clasp without looking and slowly lowers his hands.
The boys stare at each other a moment before Royce turns back to look over my skin, but my stare stays on Maddoc as he tracks Royce’s every move.
Royce backs away after a minute and steps from the shower.
I reach out and turn off the spray, taking the towel he holds out for me.
I wrap it around my front, letting my bra and shirt drop to the ground.
That catches Maddoc’s attention and his stare cuts to my discarded items.
Maddoc strides forward, his tension-filled eyes bouncing between mine before dropping to my shoulder, and for some reason I slowly spin, showing him what he’s asking to see.
He doesn’t touch me, but his eyes create a burn far deeper than the chemical that’s only marred my skin’s surface.
Captain comes around the corner in the next second, his eyes slow as they take in the scene, landing on mine last.
Maddoc doesn’t move out of the way like Royce did, so Captain leans to the side to look past him, but he doesn’t get too close.
And suddenly I feel like a helpless child again.
I’m not.
“All of you feel the need to be in the girl’s locker room?”
They ignore me.
“Get Chloe and the others in the courtyard.” Maddoc looks to his brothers.
“On it.” Royce heads out.
“No,” I argue and again, I’m ignored.
“I’ll round the team.” Captain starts to leave also.
“I said no!”
“I’ll meet you guys out there,” Maddoc tells them and fuck this shit.
I whip off a soiled shoe and toss it at their retreating bodies, hitting Captain square in the head.
They spin around with glares.
“I said. No.” I step forward. “It’s one thing to crowd my space, but I’m not a helpless little bitch who needs you to put yours in place. She wants to play, fine. It’ll be on my terms.”
“No. She made a move on you after she saw we had you in our hold.”
“Not in your hold.”
“Say what you want, it’s what they should see and how they should understand.”
“Okay.” I nod, stepping back. “Okay, yeah. Go for it. Go run your little game, let her know you won’t stand for it, make me your damsel.”
All three stand taller, waiting for me to make my point but I wait.
Royce gives in first.
“Talk Raven, why would we not?” he snaps.
“You want them to think I fit in your world – still don’t get that but whatever – yet you wanna step in to save the day after one little incident with the campus queen? All that’ll do is make you look weak. ‘Cause how could a nobody, dirty little whore – as you painted me before – like me, get under your skin to this point. A girl who, if you do this, can’t even hold her own against a spoiled brat with a hard-on for three jackasses in Jordans?”
