Spencer is right. Maybe Charles is my father and my dad … no. I refuse to believe it. My dad and I were like peas in a pod. Not to mention, I have his dark hair and sea blue eyes, though mom’s genes are pretty damn strong too.
I fall back against my locker, zoning out and ignoring the whispers that continue to surround me. I knew today would be weird, but illegitimate love child and marriage proposals before 9 am wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
I feel a devilish grin pulling across my face only to realize my eyes are still locked on Colton’s. He tears his away and I hear the slam of his locker door all the way up here before he stalks off with Jude on his six.
A chuckle pulls from within and a strange excitement begins to pulse in my veins. I can only imagine what other bullshit today is going to bring, and for some oddly fascinating reason, I can’t wait.
Bring it on Bellevue Springs Academy, you can’t break me.
Chapter 7
I sprint up the stairs of the Carrington mansion, taking them two at a time. I’m going to piss my fucking pants. Surprise, surprise, Bellevue Springs Academy doesn’t come equipped with female bathrooms. I’ve had to hold it all day long. If I was a betting woman, I would have used the guy’s bathroom during class but I’m a smart woman, and I know a losing bet when I see one.
I would have been alright if my maybe half-brother wasn’t so douchey and had offered me a ride home, but apparently his babysitting duties finished as soon as I was in school and had made it before the bell. Stupid prick. I’d do anything to get my hands on him and tear him limb from limb.
It was the longest twenty-minute walk of my life. There’s something about the way you have to walk, squeeze, and clench all at the same time that’s somewhat humiliating. By the time I reached the long-ass driveway and had to wait for someone on the other end to open it up, I was as close to dying as I’d ever been before.
I fucking ran. I wasn’t going to make it.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll be getting there early and speaking to the woman in the student office. Surely she can work something out for me. I mean, I doubt she holds it all day long. Maybe I could share with her. On second thought, she was a bitch. I doubt she’d offer up her bathroom to a desperate student.
I slam through my bedroom door and race to my bathroom. I've never been so happy to be in a skirt in my life. By the time I reach the toilet, my skirt is somewhere around my head and my panties are dangling around my ankles, threatening to send me toppling over and smacking my head into the toilet seat. God, that’d be a great story for paramedics.
My ass drops to the cold toilet seat and my world suddenly feels so much brighter.
Holy hell. I will never put myself through that same torture again. That was horrendous. I don’t think I’ve ever been envious of a penis in my life but right now, knowing a man can just whip it out and take a piss wherever he wants is kind of lucky, while also fucking disgusting.
I finish up and as I’m dragging my panties back up my legs, I can’t help but notice the bidet. “What the hell are you looking at?” I grumble, feeling as though it’s staring at me, daring me to squat my sweet ass over it. “It ain’t ever gonna happen, buddy.”
I get my panties back into position and pull my uniform off before dumping into the dirty washing hamper and striding back out to my room.
I find my door wide open and curse myself for being so careless, especially now that Jude is hovering in the doorway, staring at my nearly naked body. “You need something?” I grumble with distaste. This guy has been giving me the creeps ever since I met him yesterday, not to mention, he stares all the time. It’s fucking weird.
His eyes travel over my body as though I’ve purposefully walked out of the bathroom in my underwear just for him. He steps over the threshold of my room. “You wanna fuck, don’t you?”
I freeze for a moment as he grabs the back of my door and goes to slam it shut. Shit. This