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I bet Colton was waiting all freaking afternoon to get home and rub it in my face that the whole school thought that I was an easy, cheap whore. There are a few things that aren’t adding up and it’s been plaguing my mind all afternoon. Why did the boys all come to my rescue and save me from the mob and why did Colton punch Charlie if he didn’t care about defending my honor?
Colton claims that he doesn’t give a shit about me. He’s called me trash, the help, and now a whore so why punch his friend over me? What Charlie did was something I’m sure every guy does. Hell, I’m sure Colton is even the type to brag about the girls he fucks, so why is this any different? Truth be told, I don’t think Charlie was the one behind the students crowding me like that. He seems too honest, too sweet. That seems like something either Spencer or Jude would have orchestrated and seeing as though Spencer has half a brain, I’m going to guess it was Jude.
Though, could it have been Colton? He has the darkness within him to do it and he certainly has the will, but he seemed too surprised and was also the first to tell everyone to get away from me. Why does he keep saving me like this? Does he think I’m some kind of damsel who needs his saving? Yes, okay, so today’s situation wasn’t going to get any better by me throwing a tantrum. I was close to losing it and curling into the fetal position on the cafeteria floor. Milo couldn’t hold them all off on his own so Colton’s presence really was needed but the credit card thing, the way he’s always blocking me from his father’s scrutiny. I just don’t get it.
I put everything away and clean out all the things that I’ve been using during my shift just like I’ve seen mom do when she’s done for the day. I stop by the laundry room and scoop Nic’s red bandana out of the washing machine and start making my way back to the pool house.
I think a shower is in order and then I’ll be more than happy to collapse into bed and stay there until the sun is streaming in through my bedroom window.
I walk out through the backdoor and go to cut across the pool area when I come up short. A pair of hardened hazel eyes stare back at me while a guilty pair of blue ones are practically screaming for forgiveness. Colton and Charlie sit out by the pool, both of them leaning forward onto their knees and looking as though they’d rather be anywhere but here.
Obviously, the two of them are sorting out whatever bullshit went down between them at school. Why else would they both look as though they’d rather be dipping their balls into a pool of acid?
Neither of them strikes me as the apologetic type, but then, neither of them struck me as the kind to let some weird bullshit with a girl get between them. To be serious, I still don’t understand how I got between them today, and judging by the confusion on Charlie’s face, he’s been struggling to figure it out too.
Why does Colton care that the guy was bragging about sleeping with me? It’s not as though he didn’t know it happened. He was sitting in the next room, listening to me scream Charlie’s name. I wonder if my moans got him hard. I know he liked it when he caught me that night in bed. Hell, there are a lot of things Colton Carrington has caught me doing that he insists has no effect on him, but the proof is always there by the heated desire in his eye and the rock hard cock that presses against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be freed.
I pick up my pace, desperate to get out of here. Colton already has my head messed up after his bullshit in the formal dining hall and after everything that went down at school, this is really the last thing I want to deal with.
They watch as I pass and I can’t help but feel the heaviness of their gazes on my back. Colton looks as though he’s trying to make me disappear out of thin air while Charlie looks as though he’s ready to say something.
I keep walking, hoping I can get out of this unscathed. Just a few more steps and I’ll be alright. Just a few more steps to freedom.
“Wait.”
Fuck.
“What do you want, Charlie?” I question, continuing to walk away only to have him get up and follow me while Colton lets out a frustrated groan from behind us.
“Can we talk?”
“Haven’t you done enough talking today?”
