Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,25

step in next to her, but hers fall to the floor. I head for the room he’s stuck me in, and lock myself inside.

I plug in my headphones and lie flat on the floor with my flashlight beside me, staring up at the ceiling. I flip my knife open and closed, over and over again.

As expected, sleep never comes.

Cap walks in, confusion drawing his features tight.

Both Royce and I push to our feet.

“What happened?”

He hesitates a minute, running his hand over the back of his head. “Fuck it.” He shrugs. “I have Mallory on a 24/7 watch,” he admits about Zoey’s mom. “Have since the day I found out Zoey existed, before I even knew for sure she was mine, no plans on calling him off anytime soon either.”

“Duh, man.” Royce laughs.

I look to Cap who glares, but Royce leaps over the coffee table to stand right in front of Captain.

“Come on, Cap, she’s the enemy. We all want her watched, and we knew you did.”

“How?” his eyes snap between ours.

“You told us when you were piss drunk, said you couldn’t hide anything from us.” Royce smirks. “Even your conscience is a good boy.”

Captain chuckles, shoving him away.

“For real, though, brother.” Royce goes in for a bro hug and handshake. “We’ve known this whole time. Would have expected nothing less.”

Captain looks to me like he’s ashamed and I shake my head.

“Man, this is different, and you know it. There’re some things that don’t need to be said, Cap, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And the fact that you just came in here and told us, means now you have a reason to talk about it. We knew you would come straight to us if there was something needing said. Quit feeling fucking guilty about it.”

He nods, his eyes dropping to the floor, and when they pop up, they’re focused. Determined and a little amused.

His lips pinch to the side. “Mallory got roughed up.”

My forehead furrows.

Cap’s eyes flick to mine. “Seems she ran into a fist last night.”

Royce and my eyes jump to each other’s, quickly moving back to Captain.

The organ in my chest starts hammering. “Cap.”

“Raven rushed her, got in her face, smacked her around a bit. She went fucking easy from what I heard, but—”

“But why the fuck would she do that?” Royce rushes out.

“Exactly.” Cap nods.

I spin around, biting on the skin between my thumb and pointer finger.

What’s your game, baby?

With him, but hurting for us.

Giving us nothing but fighting for us.

For us.

I jerk my head, my chin low. They’re fucking right. “Why would she do that?”

My brothers and I look between each other, a small nod passing between us.

That’s the fucking question.

“Let’s go to practice, boys.” Royce grins, already pulling out his phone to make plans for tonight when we had agreed not to celebrate. “We need a venue.” “Yo, Buck!” He laughs into his phone as he heads outside. “It’s Royce.”

Cap’s eyes follow him out before he turns back to me. “Think he’s good?”

“You ever seen him care for anyone, Cap?” I ask him but keep my eyes on Royce who’s laughing on the phone in the driveway.

“Nobody but her. He liked having someone to talk to outside us. He felt comfortable being himself with her.”

I nod. “Pretty fucking sure she was the center of his world.”

“And then she was ripped away,” he finishes, then looks back to me. “But we’ll get her back.”

Damn straight we will.

“Come on, fuckers!” Royce shouts from the front. “Quicker we’re done the quicker night will come!”

We laugh and meet him in the car, but the mood shifts on the short drive to the park court knowing we’ll share it with a Graven today.

Like we figured he would be, Collins is already jogging the court in warm-up gear.

“We should run his ass over,” Royce grumbles. “Bet his knees have never hit gravel before. Pansy ass motherfucker.”

Cap turns off the engine and shifts toward me.

“What?” I snap.

“We don’t know what’s really going on between them two,” Cap worries. “He’s gonna fuck with your head, man.”

“Let him. Make him think he’s winning.” I turn my glare out the window. “I told you guys before, I’ll lose her to no one, now let’s go.”

Cap sighs. “We need to make sure someone mentions the party in front of him.”

“Already handled, brothaman.” Royce claps a hand on his shoulder. “Mac and Leo are on it.”

Walking toward the field, Collins pauses at the far end, eyeing us with his hands on his hips as he tries