Page 26 of Broken Prince


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“Easier on me?” I scoff. “How the fuck do you think being your arm candy is easy?” I step forward, having to tilt my head back to glare at him. “I’m so glad I don’t have to have anything to do with you anymore, because if I had to marry your shitty ass I would have doped myself to make it bearable.”

“What the fuck is that?” he demands, pushing me out of his space.

“What?” I ask with a shrug, I’m still glaring daggers at him.

“This,” he snaps as his hand shoots out, and I choke as he tries to rip the scarf from my neck. “Why the fuck do you have that around your neck?”

I pull my head back, lifting a brow, and just stare at him. His upper lip turns up into a snarl.

“You fucked someone didn’t you?” he snaps, pushing me against the wall, and I watch as his eyes go from annoyed to murderous in seconds.

“So what if I did?” I goad. “I kinda like my pretty necklace, don’t you?” I sass with a smirk. “Or would it be a hand collar, since he fucked me into oblivion last night.”

“You what?” he roars, his spit flying everywhere. “Who the fuck was it?”

“None of your concern,” I say with a dark chuckle.

“Yo, Warrick,” someone shouts, pulling his attention away from me. He steps back to speak to one of the guys and I use this opportunity to slip past them as they’re deep in conversation. I slink down the corridor, my back against the lockers as I keep checking to see if they’re still talking. I breathe a sigh of relief when I make it to the end of the row. I pull my bag higher onto my shoulder and set off toward the stairs to head to the gym.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Warrick’s voice has me freezing on the spot. “I never took you for a whore, but looks like I’m wrong,” he says nastily. I spin around to face him, stepping back on instinct, seeing his two goons flanking him like the good little lap dogs that they are.

“I’m not a whore,” I snap, folding my arms across my chest and letting my bitch mask slide into place. “You’re just pissed that someone else fucked me when you haven’t in two years.”

“Kylo was right about him getting you on his dick by semester’s end,” he growls, and my heart skips a beat in my chest. “It’s nice to know every guy in the school is going to know how easy you are,” he says with a smirk.

“What the fuck are you babbling about?” I demand, my eyes narrowed on the three amigos, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb smirk from behind him and that look has my heart hammering in my chest.

“Oh, didn’t you know?” he laughs, a triumphant look on his face. “Your boy has been going around telling everyone how he managed to nail you last night, but you’re a shitty lay.”

They all burst out laughing, and I feel the flush spreading across my cheeks. I chew on my bottom lip as the other students start pointing and laughing at me, pulling their phones out. I really wish the ground would open up and swallow me right now.

“Well at least the mangy pussy is out of the bag,” he laughs, his eyes alight. They turn as a unit, walking the other way, oozing with swag like they’ve just won the super bowl.

The already itchy feeling I had under my skin is like an inferno gone wild.He fucking told everyone when he nearly choked me to death?!

He wants to play fucking games?

Okay, bastard, let's play.

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KYLO

“Yo, Kylo, my man,” someone says as they pat me on the back like I’m a celebrity. I growl at him and he jumps back with a yelp. Every person I pass on my way to the gym either gives me a nod and tells me I’m the man, or they try to talk to me like they know me.What the fuck is going on?The whole way to the gym people corralled me, but every time I asked what they were going on about, they didn’t say shit.

I head into the locker room, thank fuck I’ve got a free period because my mind hasn’t been on anything other than the feel of her. The memories from the party play in my head, guilt fills me again with how lost in the moment I got. I wouldn’t hurt her like that, but I had to have her as soon as she walked in. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t going, I don’t normally attend the parties, because everyone tried to cozy up to me as the organizer.

I get changed into my workout clothes, grabbing the towel and water bottle I brought.

The gym is quiet when I enter, and I breathe a sigh of relief because I don’t want to be dealing with anymore shit. I’ve got to find a way to get her to trust me, and after the accident the other night, I’m not sure how I’m going to manage that. Brantley’s pissed with me too, I don’t blame him. I know when he tried to speak to her, she said some stuff that really hurt him. I need to fix their friendship before I can try and make her mine because now that I’ve had her, there’s no way in hell I’m giving her up.

* * *

I easily wentthrough the motions of my workout, turning sour when Warrick and his minions came in. He kept speaking to me and laughing, but the dipshit didn’t realize I had my headphones on so I couldn’t hear shit. I wipe the sweat from my face before putting my weights back where they belong, then head into the locker room where I strip down. Turning on the shower, I put my shower gel on the wall. You’d think with the school having some donations they would be able to put full walls between the showers, but no, they’re half a wall.

I go to grab my wash bottle, but it’s not where I left it.

“Thanks for this,” Warrick grins from the cubicle next to me, my wash bottle in his hand as he squirts a huge amount on his hand.

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