Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,61
loosely looking out for her after all?
A horn honks from across the yard, and we both look to find Micah hopping out, nothin’ but a pair of swim trunks on.
Fit little fucker.
He grins, holding a hand up as if to tell her they leave in five, offering me a tip of his chin before he disappears around the side of the boys home.
Mine and Brielle’s eyes move back to each other’s.
“Better go, little Bishop.” I slide a few spots backward, fighting off the irritation crawling up my skin. “Got people waiting on you.”
In the blink of an eye, her features smooth out, and she’s stepping down the porch.
“That’s it,” she whispers.
Another step down.
She flails me with a look of realization. Of understanding, and my muscles begin to coil.
“There’s no one home, is there?” she asks quietly, dropping a shoulder against the old post. “Your brothers, the girls...” She pauses, tipping her head slightly. “They’re out today?”
I scoff, shaking my head as I turn to walk away, a heavy twist in my ribs.
Annoyance.
That’s what it is.
She’s fucking annoying and out of line and—
“Royce,” she calls and way too fuckin’ tender-like.
Like she gets it.
Like she gets me.
I stop walking, telling myself not to look back, but do it anyway.
A small smile is what I find.
“I wanted to ask you to show me around today, but I thought you’d laugh or, you know.” She shrugs. “Tell me to piss off.”
Damn if I don’t clench my teeth to keep my lips from twitching.
“Maybe that makes me sound lame, but it’s the truth,” she admits.
“I told you, don’t let fear stop you from a damn thing. Ever.” I look from her silver hair to her turquoise eyes. “Next time you want to ask me something, do it.”
“I never said I was afraid.” Her body sways slightly as her eyes move between mine. “But I will, and maybe next time you want to bring me cake... you’ll stay long enough for me to say thank you.”
Thank me, like she did in that single text the night after I left her, when she realized I got the dickhead, who might have ran his mouth about the lonely girl I found in the dark on my lonely late-night drive.
A text I thought for sure was her colors showing, the inner bloodhound coming out as it does with every other girl who comes near me and mine. But that’s not at all what it was, and I was slapped in the face with a different kind of confusion, an unfamiliar one.
She thanked me.
It wasn’t delivered with unnecessary innuendos or phrases that could read naughty or nice, leaving it to me to decipher her true intentions.
It was simple, honest, and real fuckin’ unexpected.
The girl thanked me for fixing my own fuck-up, and it made me feel like a dick, ‘cause damn, I’m the piece of shit who couldn’t say for sure it was for her benefit.
I like to think it was, ‘cause the alternative pisses me off and makes no fuckin’ sense.
What did I care if people thought she was easy and made a play for her, right?
I didn’t.
Don’t.
I don’t.
She’s my sweet little vengeance, nothing else.
She is little, but I wonder just how sweet she is?
No.
Fuck, man... I gotta go.
I meet her eyes once more, and the fucking girl gives a small, side smile.
“Thank you for the cake, Royce Brayshaw.”
Right, cake she said.
I pop a shoulder, smoothing my shirt out with my left hand. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Brielle Bishop.”
“Right.” She nods.
My phone rings in my pocket, so I use it as an excuse to turn away from her.
“What up, Cap?”
“We were right, Enoch’s involved.”
I stop in my tracks. “We found proof?”
There’s a shuffle and then I hear Cap shout, “Zo, don’t put your hands in the cage, or you’ll be monkey meat.”
I laugh. “That girl would live at the zoo if you let her.”
“Yeah, I know.” He chuckles. “Here, talk to Beauty, Zoey wants me to feed these fucking things.”
Victoria comes on the line a second later. “Hey.”
“VicVee, how’d you find hard ties?”
“Enoch got fucked-up last night, like we hoped.”
“Thank fuck he showed up.”
“They always do.”
“So, what happened, you heard him spill his shit or what?”
“Mm, not exactly me.” She laughs. “But we’ll save that explanation for later. First, guess what his order was?”
I grin, thinking back to the broken shards of green Mac found all over the field. “Mickey’s with a lime.”
“All night long,” she sings. “Maddoc talked to Will behind the bar, and he took