Page 25 of Broken Prince
“No, she didn’t,” he says with a frown, “Why?”
“Shit,” I exclaim, the unease I was feeling ramps up to a whole new level. “I haven’t heard from her since she messaged last night saying she was stuck in traffic.”
“You tried to ring her?” he asks. I glare at him and scoff.
“Obviously,” I snark. “She’s not replied to any of my messages and her phone went to voicemail.”
“Hey, can we talk?” My eyes snap behind Brantley. Kylo stands there with his hands in his pockets, a sheepish look on his face.
“No,” I snarl, and my palm twitches with the urge to smack him again, clearly I didn’t hurt him enough last night with a knee to the balls.
“Sam. Please?” he mutters, the usual confidence he has is absent at the minute.
“No, you’re a dick and I hate you for setting me up last night,” I snarl, pushing him back a step, my anger building again. “Well,” I laugh, “At least you can tell Warrick you were right,” I snarl, pushing him again.
Turning on my heel, I take off in the direction of our literature class, shoving my way through the bodies filling the corridors, and I make it on to the floor where her class is. I peek through the door and find her sitting in the back on her own. I barge through the door, relief flooding my body as I take her in.
“What the fuck happened to you last night?” I shout, and all eyes in the room turn to me. “Mind ya business,” I growl at the room, my eyes making contact with every person until they start doing what they were.
“Lux, what the fuck?!” I say as I pull out the chair next to her. I drop down, ditching my bag on the floor. “I’ve called and texted you, and nothing, where were you?” She stares at the wood, her body not moving a twitch to let me know she’s seen me.
I wave my hand in front of her eyes to draw her attention, her head lifts and her eyes meet mine. I’m taken aback because the usual brightness isn’t there. Instead, thick, dark circles line her eyes—not too unlike mine this morning.
“Lux?” I ask, sliding my seat closer. “What happened last night?” It’s like shutters come down over her eyes as she turns her attention back to the desk.
“Lux?” I press harder, my unease growing to astronomical levels. “Talk to me, dammit!” I snarl in frustration.
“Oh, hey, you okay?” she says with a huge smile on her face. “I was lost in my own world.”
“Lux, you were catatonic, what happened last night?” I ask, my mind screaming at me that something isn’t right, “The last thing I heard from you was that you were stuck in traffic.”
“Yeah, I was,” she says with a shrug, “Then my car broke down and I had to wait for a tow.” I frown, my eyes taking in every detail of her, I can tell something’s going on but I don’t want to press her.
“You sure everything’s okay?” I ask again.
“We’re moving,” she blurts, and I jump back from the desk in shock. My chair legs screeching across the floor. “My parents decided to tell me this morning.”
“What the fuck?” I ask in shock. “Why so suddenly?”
“I don’t know,” she says with a sad smile. “We leave on Friday.”
“That’s tomorrow,” I whine. We’ve been inseparable since we were little kids, she’s my ride or die. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit, my eyes watering.
“Honestly, Sam, I think I outgrew this place a long time ago and I’m looking forward to a fresh start,” she says with a huge grin. I grind my teeth because I can tell it’s fake. “We’ll talk all the time,” she beams with a touch more pep than earlier. “You’ll always be my biatch.”
I force a smile, grabbing my bag off the floor, and I pull everything out I need as the Professor walks in, commanding the attention of the class. Lux gets lost in following his instructions, and I listen, going through the motions, but my mind wanders and before I know it, the class has ended.
* * *
Before I havechance to call out to her, Lux is gone, leaving a cloud of smoke in her wake. I stare at the door, my mind racing as the other students head off to their next classes. Thank fuck I don’t have anything this lesson, I need to hit the gym. I’ve left it too long this time, and it feels like my skin’s crawling.
I stuff everything into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder before I head out of class, the Professor watching me as I go. He really gives me the wiggles, but I smile politely on my way out.
“We need to talk,” a voice snaps, shoving me into a dark corner between the lockers. I spin around to growl at the brute manhandling me, when my eyes connect with another bastard I really can’t be dealing with today. “We have to be together, your father agrees, so stop being a stubborn bitch and get in line.”
“Warrick, get your hands off me,” I snap, trying to push him back so I can get out of here. But it’s like trying to move a boulder, he won’t move. “Fucking move it,” I snap, trying again, but he still won’t move. I growl because this is really starting to piss me off. I try to squeeze through the gap between him and the locker, and he growls, shoving me back against the wall.
“Sam, you are mine whether you like it or not. So you may as well get on board now,” he smirks. “It will be easier on you this way.”