“Apology accepted,” He crosses his arms over his chest and a seriousness takes place over the amusement. “So, about this note,” I sigh. Crap. I am never drinking again. “What did it say and does Asher know?”
I glance over to him and see he is still waiting to be served at the bar. With faculty and doners gone, the students are taking full advantage of the free alcohol.
“No,” I clear my throat. “And it told me it was my last chance to leave,”
“He needs to know,” Henods.
“Tonight is the first time he hasn’t looked exhausted and with a weight on his shoulders. I want him to enjoy himself before everything goes back to normal,” I shrug. “I will tell him tomorrow,” I promise, and I will keep it. I keep hitting brick walls and I need all the help I can get. I will still hide Marlowe, but the rest I can open about.
Daylan smiles and it doesn’t have a hidden meaning behind it. “You really care about him, don’t you?”
I laugh. “Yeah, me and every other girl here,”
“No,” he shakes his head. “You really care for him. See him. Understand him,”
I feel the blush on my cheeks. “Yeah, I do,”
Daylan looks into the crowd lost in thought. Or a memory. Before locking eyes with me again.
“If you hurt him, you won’t have to guess if it is me trying to kill you,”
As threatening as his words are meant, I smile at the brotherly bond the three boys have. Like they have made their own little family and will die for each other. “Understood,”
“Come on, Let’s get back to the others,” He holds his hand out for me to take, but I am hit in the back by a shoulder and almost fall to the floor before I catch myself.
“Watch it,” I turn to shout at the drunken dancer, until I notice who it is.
“I warned you!” Darcy shouts as she pokes a false nail into my chest. “I told you to stay out of my way,”
“Darcy,” Daylan berates her, but she doesn’t quit. Her fingernail digging in so hard now it has broken the skin.
Her face murderous, black mascara smudged down her cheeks. “You think you can just turn up one day with your shitty clothes and wackyhair and steal what is mine without a consequence,” I feel the students around us turn to watch the show.
My jaw clenches. I have had enough of this; I am sick of taking peoples shit to try and lay low.
I grab her fingers that are still at my chest, squeeze them hard and twist. Not enough to break her wrist, but enough to show her I can if I wanted to.
Her eyes widen in shock and pain, her mouth opening with a gasp. Murmurs spread around the crowd, audible over the music.
“Darcy, Darcy, Darcy,” I say with a smirk, getting into her face. “When are you going to realise, I don’t care about anything that comes out of your mouth,” She tries to pull her hand from mine, but I hold strong. “You see, I didn’t have totakeanyone. Never even tried. He came to me willingly. Happily, even,” Then I release her hand back to her with a shove. “I am sure there are lots more billionaires in the world thatDaddycan force into marrying you. One of them might like you back this time,”
I see a commotion to my left and watch as Asher tries to fight his way through the crowed from the bar, a thunderous look on his face as he glances from Darcy to me.
A guttural scream comes from the woman in front of me. Darcy charges, hands up ready to scratch my face, or slice through my jugular, who knows.
However, she never gets close enough to touch me.
My fist clenched and I pull my elbow back, my mind fills with all the vile things she’s said to me and done to me since starting at Marrowton. Then I release it. My fist hits her cheek and gasps sound around the room as she hits the floor. I climb on top of her and slap her across the face, the sound louder than the music still playing. If I was in a real fightI would keep punching, but this girl has no clue how to defend herself, and I am not a monster.
“Get the fuck off me you psycho!” She shouts trying to reach for my hair.
“Don’t dish out what you can’t take,” I pull my hand back to slap her again, but then strong arms circle my waist and pull me straight off the screaming mess on the floor.
I am lifted straight over a broad shoulder as my head hangs towards the floor.
“Hey!” I pound on the back. A very muscley back.
“Calm down little vixen,” Asher chuckles. “Or should I say little psycho,”
