Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,29

of a freaking classroom…that says so much about how we don’t need to talk. We just need to stay away from each other. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Every word you give me is a pretty lie followed with an insult. Fuck,” I said again as I made my way out of the classroom, struggling with the heavy door as I did so.

I went to the rest of my classes somehow.

And I’m pretty sure I smelled like him for the rest of the day.

Just like he’d wanted.

10

Jackson

“A classroom, huh?” Caiden asked as I walked into my living room.

“What the fuck?” I snarled, jumping in my boots because my brother was sitting in the dark in my fucking living room.

I was going to have to get his key back if this was what I could expect.

Caiden stood up and stalked towards me, a crazy glimmer in his eyes. “A classroom, huh? Had to do it so the whole campus would find out and know she belonged to you. Jackson always has to get his way. He can’t ever leave anything for the rest of us mere mortals.” He stood toe to toe with me, and for a second, I worried I would have to fight my brother.

“You promised, Jackson,” he hissed.

Anger drowned out the rational part of my brain. “I didn’t fucking promise anything, Caiden. You’ve been asleep for two fucking years, a lot changed before you woke up.”

“I was asleep because that girl destroyed me,” he roared.

He stalked towards the front door and threw it open as I ran after him.

“And now it seems you want to destroy me too. Thanks, brother,” he spat before slamming the door with a loud bang.

I groaned as I leaned my forehead against the door and listened to the sound of him speeding off. All I could hope was that he wouldn’t get into a car accident on the way home.

I slid down the door until I was sitting, leaning against it.

Fuck.

I could smell her all over my clothes.

I could still taste her.

She was everywhere, infecting me until I’d lost the ability for rational thought.

She was everything. And she should be nothing.

What the fuck was I doing?

And then I remembered the journals.

Maybe they would hold the key to carving out the piece of me that Everly owned.

Fuck, I hoped so.

Everly

My journals. They were gone. I’d come back to my room to write down the clusterfuck that had taken place today as a way to calm myself.

And they weren’t anywhere. I’d made a mess of my side of the room looking for them, and then I’d started going through Melanie’s stuff to see if the bitch had hidden them as a joke.

Obviously, it wasn’t the best thing to keep freaking journals in your room when you had a psychotic roommate…but I didn’t exactly have a home to stash them in.

I needed to find her. I would get the truth out one way or another. I opened my door, prepared to fly off in a rage and comb the whole campus even on my crutches.

And there she was.

Talking to Caiden.

Right outside our room.

Caiden’s gaze flicked to me, and he didn’t look surprised to see me. Like he knew where I slept all along and he’d just been biding his time to see me.

And what was he doing with Melanie of all people?

Her attention was fixed on him, and she was salivating like he was the most delicious thing she’d ever seen and all she could contemplate in life was how best to eat him.

I wasn’t kidding. She really looked like that.

The sound of the door closing behind me caught her attention, and Melanie glared at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Um, is that a real question? I live here,” I told her, trying to keep my gaze averted from Caiden.

“Hey, Everly,” he said quietly. My eyes closed unbidden as I remembered when that voice used to be one that I loved the most.

And then the memory of that voice screaming at me in the car that night quickly dispelled any good feelings I might have had in my moment of weakness.

“Caiden,” I responded stiffly. “I need to talk to you,” I told Melanie.

“Well, I’m busy.”

“Did you take my journals?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably under Caiden’s gaze. He was well acquainted with my affinity for journaling, as I had spent hours in his room writing while he was doing homework.

Melanie’s gaze glimmered maliciously. “Journals? How cute. But no, I have no interest in whatever inane