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“And how was your day?” he asks, staring at me pointedly.
My cheeks flush a little under his gaze, and I throw my head against the cushion. “Ugh, you heard?”
“I think everyone within a ten-mile radius of this place heard about that little showdown. Some poor girl had her nose broken.”
Poor girl, my arse.
While I may not have been the one to hit her, I’m not even going to pretend she didn’t deserve it. What happened to girl code? Never call another girl a whore, or some shit like that.
Whatever the code is, she obviously doesn’t follow it.
“In my defence, Betty is the one that hit her,” I tell him with a smile, lifting my tea to my mouth to hide my amusement. “I just made it clear that I wasn’t to be threatened.”
“Is there a reason you finally decided to start standing up for yourself?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly, sipping my tea before continuing, “I guess I’m just sick of petty little bitches trying to get the upper hand over me.”
He sighs, throwing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me into him. Sliding my arm over his stomach, I give him a squeeze and close my eyes.
“You know, I’m proud of you, baby girl.”
“You are?” I ask wearily. “Why?”
“Because we’ve been trying to break you out of your shell for years, and it’s good to finally see that happening. Your life has been pretty damn shit, Fallon, I get that. But it’s good to see you finding some of that fire I’ve always known is inside of you.”
I squeeze him harder, clenching my eyes to stop the tears from falling. I wish he didn’t get that my life has been shit, but he’s seen it one too many times. Sniffing, I wipe my eyes with my hoodie before turning to face him again. “You’ll make a damn good boyfriend one day, you know. I envy the lucky guy that gets to claim you.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles dryly, resting his head on mine. “Well, unless he’s willing to step inside the closet with me, you’re stuck with me for a while longer.”
Sighing, I straighten up, pulling away from him and finishing my drink. I’ve never understood why my friend won’t come out and admit he’s gay, but it’s not my place to ask, so I’ll continue to support him however I can.
“Maybe you’ll be the next one to start standing up for yourself,” I tell him before I stand and move towards my bedroom. “Order Chinese food and take a shower. You stink.”
EIGHT
Annaslipsintotheseat next to me, sending me a flirty wink before pulling her laptop out of her bag. Maybe it would be attractive, if it wasn’t for the yellow bruise spreading over her nose and under her eyes. I have to admit that Betty did a good job with that break.
Ignoring her, I keep my eyes on the open doorway, watching as the students pile into the room and take their seats. When Mr. James enters, there’s only one seat left available and there’s one student missing.
“Move,” I tell her, gesturing at the empty table. She stares at me, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“What, why?” she whines, the tone shrill and fucking annoying. “I’ve been sitting here for the last three years.”
“Don’t care, move. Before I move you myself.”
She huffs, grabbing her laptop and bag. She knows better than to fight with me on stupid shit. She stomps towards the seat, scowling at me when she sits down. Mr. James slips into the room, closing the door before a foot stops him.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. I got caught up in the library.”
When Fallon speaks, the room quietens, all heads turning to look at her. Most gape in surprise, though, whether it’s because she’s a first-year in a fourth-year class or because of the video from yesterday, I don’t know.
It could also be because she looks like a wet dream come to life in the tight leather pants she’s wearing and Metallicatop that sits flush against her torso. Her hair is down today in loose waves, framing her face. Though that thought has me clenching my teeth.
“Okay, but that won’t be a habit will it, miss—” Mr. James stops, realising he doesn’t know her name.
“Marsh,” she finishes for him. “Fallon Marsh.”
His face lifts into a kind smile at the recognition of her name; it’s a common reaction around here for the heirs. There isn’t much you can do that will get you in trouble. Being late to class? A non-issue.
