Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,22
and for a half second, I think maybe he’s considering stopping Maddoc, but he spins, pulls the door closed and holds it there, right as Collins reaches it.
Collins bangs on the small window from the other side, fighting to pull it open.
Maddoc continues to drag me along until he can shove me into a small concave in the hallway. He gets in my face.
“The fuck is going on?!” he booms. “And don’t you fucking dare bullshit me, Raven. Talk. Now.”
“Nothing to talk about, Big Man—”
“Don’t. Call. Me. That—” he growls, stepping against me.
I think he expects me to fight him, or shove at him or to tell him the truth.
He definitely doesn’t expect me to melt against his erratically beating heart the second it blends with mine.
He also doesn’t expect it when I move to my tippy toes and yank his head down until my lips smash into his.
Maddoc snarls angrily at first, and then his growl morphs into a deep, territorial rumble, possessiveness pouring into me off of him. My lungs finally open, greedily pulling in all his scent, the burn left behind from not having him finally soothing.
His tongue swallows mine as his hands take control, and he pushes against me.
Yes. Mine.
My eyes pop open.
Shit!
Not mine.
I bite his bottom lip until he yanks back and quickly slink under his arms, but he catches me by the back of my shirt, and I slam onto my ass.
He pulls me back up, spins and pins me to the wall with his grip on my ribs, my feet dangling in the air, so I can’t gain any leverage and trip to slip past. His eyes are wild and crazy, the green almost gone as a blackness takes over.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Collins and Mac tumble down the hall, shoving and punching at each other and then there’s another crowd behind him.
Maddoc squeezes me, only letting go once Royce appears out of nowhere and places a hand on his shoulder.
He drops me to my feet, and I stand there frozen.
Why did I do that?
“Keep your hands off my students, Brayshaw,” Principal Perkins calls from the hall.
Maddoc moves right toward him, spitting in his face as he stalks by without a word.
The principal glares from him to me, and just like every other time when he’s around, there’s something extra hidden in his leery light eyes as he studies our movements.
I wink like a bitch, even though I don’t feel cocky right now.
I feel like the wishy-washy bitch I’m acting like.
It takes a few minutes for the area to clear, and as soon as it does, Collins gets in my face. “What did he want?”
“Oh, you mean after you provoked him?”
Collins glares. “I said what did he want?”
“Answers.” My eyes widen as my brows raise mockingly. “Asshole. He wants answers.”
“And?” he grates.
I shove away from him. “And he didn’t get any.”
I spin around the corner, freezing when I spot Captain leaning against the wall.
He frowns at me, frowns at the ground, and then walks away.
My shoulders fall and I look to the ceiling.
Fuck.
“I think we need a night of fun, not recon and defense,” Collins tells me as he drops down in the patio chair across from me.
“I think you’re an idiot.”
“I think,” he says, leaning forward. “You’d have a good time if you let yourself.”
“Doubtful.”
He sighs as if he actually hoped I’d be all for it. “Well, get up. We’re going anyway.”
I cut my eyes his way. “Where, exactly?”
“Just a pizzeria my buddy owns. Beer and bad music.”
“Will the people you had jump me be there?”
“Maybe.” He grins.
I can’t help it and I scoff out a laugh.
I eye him, not at all understanding how his brain works. “Why do you do this?”
“What?” he asks, and I’d say he looks honestly confused.
“Pretend you want to be friends, like it’s an option still on the table. Act like you’re giving me a choice when we both know you’ll make me go under some pretense that if I don’t, you’ll pull your extortion cards. You know you plan to make me, so say it upfront. You don’t need to fake nice with me. I’d prefer you be real, even if real you is a privileged asshole.”
His eyes tighten around the edges a moment as he stares at me. “Believe it or not, I’m asking because I’m hoping you’ll agree instead of being forced, as you call it, but while we’re on the subject? I see no ball and chain around your neck,