Cruel Prince(Royal Hearts Academy #1) - A. Jade Page 0,40
say a lot of shit I don’t mean when I’m angry. A lot.”
“Understandable, I do it too, but let’s get one thing straight. My mom’s dead and my dad’s in the slammer. The only person I have in my corner is my aunt. She’s been the most stable, solid person in my life and the only one who’s never let me down. So if you think I’m going to let you threaten her marriage and happiness—”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t.” A flicker of sadness passes in his gaze. “I’m not my father.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Forget it.” He holds out his fist. “Friends?”
“Even when Jace and your harem of Britney followers are around?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? Won’t it cause issues with you and Jace?”
He shrugs. “Probably. But he doesn’t control me. He’ll be mad at first, but eventually he’ll get over it. No one understands the value of family more than he does, so even though he won’t like it, he’ll deal.”
Despite my apprehension, I give him a fist bump. “Don’t pull the wool over my eyes, Oak. I’ll kick your ass ten times worse than I did today.”
“I won’t fuck you over. But for the record? You only kicked my ass because I don’t believe in laying my hands on a female.” Grinning, he puts an arm around my shoulder. “Now, when Principal Ryan asks us what happened, don’t say anything.” He slaps a hand over his heart. “Take it from the kid of a district attorney, cous. Silence is your friend. If neither of us says a word, it’s like it never happened.”
I’m almost positive that’s not the way it works, but I give him a thumbs up anyway. “Got it.”
He looks at me, but then quickly averts his gaze. “You’re gonna need to fix the situation you’ve got going on before we walk out.”
I look down and curse. “I can’t. Jace ripped all the buttons off.”
He holds a hand in front of his face. “TMI, Dylan. Just put your blazer on…backward.”
“I can’t. I left it in Crystal’s car this morning.”
He frowns. “I don’t have mine either. I’m pretty sure Hayley’s making a voodoo doll out of it.”
I make a mental note to ask him about their relationship later.
I almost do a happy dance when it occurs to me. “I need you to find Sawyer. She’ll give me a shirt.”
“Consider it done.” His movements come to a halt. “I have no idea who this Sawyer girl is. What does she look like?”
“She short and curvy, has waist-length dark hair and wears black-rimmed glasses. Oh, and she’s a junior, not a senior.”
He makes a face. “Yeah, sorry, doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t hang out with losers.”
I pinch him and he yelps.
“She’s not a loser. She’s awesome. Go find her for me.”
He raises his arms. “How am I supposed to find some girl I’ve never met—”
The sound of the second-period bell ringing cuts him off.
I shove him out the door. “Go. Try and catch her before her next class.”
“Sawyer,” I hear him yell as he ventures down the hall, clapping his hands. “Okay, here’s the deal, fuckers. If anyone sees a chick named Sawyer, I need to speak with her immediately. We got a family emergency happening here.”
I rub my temples and groan. If nothing else, being friends with Oakley will never be boring.
When he’s not stoned out of his mind, he’s kind of…
The sound of scuffling interrupts my thoughts.
“Let go of me,” Sawyer shrieks as Oakley wrangles her through the door. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Oakley pushes her toward me. “Take off your shirt and give it to her.”
Sawyer’s mouth drops open. “Are you crazy?”
I press the heels of my palms to my eyes. “Yes. Yes, he is.”
A normal person would have told her the situation and asked if she had a spare shirt.
But not Oakley. He drags the poor girl to a closet for a shakedown instead.
Oakley snaps his fingers. “Chop, chop, short stack. We’re on a deadline here.”
Jesus. He’s about to ruin the only friendship I have. “Sawyer keep your clothes on. Oakley stop badgering her.” I motion to what’s left of my uniform. “He means well, he’s just trying to help me.”