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His teeth clenched and his jaw ticked but he didn’t respond.
Well, if he wanted to keep playing his games and acting like I was the crazy one, I had news for him. He’d never break me. “Is your life so boring that you need to mess with mine?”
He just stared at me, and his silence pissed me off even more.
“Why are you like this?”
Seren
I stared at the hate in Grace’s eyes. It was a hell of a question she’d asked. But did she really want to know the answer? I contemplated telling her the truth. Telling her she was all wrong about me? Telling her it was my mother’s fault I was like this. But, would she believe me? Or, was it safer to keep letting her believe the lies?
I didn’t like Windham any more than she did. I saw these fake people for what they were.
And, though her question still hung in the air, I did what Seren Grayson always did. I glared across the space between us like all of this was her fault. As if she was wrong for wanting to know. Like she was beneath me.
“I hate you,” she snarled, before spinning away from me and hurrying to the dungeon.
She should hate me.
It was better that way.
CHAPTER 18
Seren
The following day, Grace couldn’t enter a single class without guys whistling or playing the music from the video for all to hear. I knew it could’ve been worse. She wasn’t naked. She ultimately wore what she would’ve worn to the beach. But, the accompanying music and the slow-mo effect, made it look a hundred times worse. And the knowledge that people were spreading it around like it was funny to them, made me sick.
At lunch, I straddled the bench seat in the cafeteria watching all the insecure wannabes posting selfies to social media while the people around me talked about ridiculous nonsense that wouldn’t matter in a year from now—hell, it didn’t matter now.
Everyone started to whisper.
I twisted on my seat.
Grace entered the cafeteria with her head held high, like the room wasn’t filled with a swarm of piranhas eyeing her—and likely envisioning her in her bra. She lifted her chin and straightened her spine as if these people couldn’t touch her. But they could.
“Nice rack!” a guy shouted across the room.
The room erupted in laughter. Grace winced for a beat but her steps never faltered as she made a beeline for her normal table in no-man’s land.
The music from the video played loudly and there was more laughter.
My stomach churned.
“Shake ’em,” a guy shouted from somewhere else.
Rage flared inside me. I tried squashing it, but it took hold of my legs, and I jumped to my feet. “Shut the fuck up!” My voice reverberated around the room silencing everyone.
People swiveled in their seats to see who’d yelled, but my eyes were on Grace who’d stopped in her tracks. You could hear a fucking pin drop.
“Knock this shit off!” I continued, the anger in my voice leaving no room for confusion.
Grace continued walking to her table and sat down.
The normal buzz in the cafeteria continued, but now I was sure everyone was talking about my outburst.
I kept my eyes on Grace. Her eyes averted mine which pissed me the hell off. I’d just helped her, and she showed nothing. Not appreciation. Not relief. Nothing.
So much for taking my mother’s advice and thinking of someone other than myself.
