Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
SUMMER
My mind continues to wander to a few nights ago. It’s almost like it was a dream. I mean, did that really happen? Did I really spill milk? Did Mase lick it from me while whispering dirty promises into the night before I sucked him off?
Surely, I dreamed it.
We’ve spent the last few days avoiding one another, and at some point, we need to have a conversation; I know we do. It would be the mature, adult thing to do, but I can’t bring myself to make the first move.
Although he stared at me with such hatred, I clearly cause a sexual reaction in him. It was impossible for him to hide his arousal, and that has me biting into my lip as I contemplate that the man I gave my virginity to is also the same man who is now not only my guardian, but my stepbrother.
Travis launches a piece of bread at me, and it hits my forehead. “You’re staring into space.”
“What the fuck, Trav?”
“Hey, I finally grabbed your attention.” He shrugs and continues eating his lunch with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Funny. I’m having an internal meltdown here,” I whine.
“Right, you’ve gone from having a psychopathic father to psycho brother.”
I wince at his words. “Please don’t call him my brother.”
“Well, I hate—” A cold liquid spills over my head, and I jump up from my chair with a shriek.
Travis pushes his chair, sending it screeching across the floor and cutting through the noise of the cafeteria. It goes silent, and all eyes are on us. On me.
I stand frozen to the spot, drenched in an ice-cold drink. Again, for the second time in less than a week.
“Oops.” Levi smirks.
“Oops?” Travis’s voice sounds deadly.
“Yeah, oops.” Levi shrugs. “At least she’s wet for you.” He chuckles, and the cafeteria breaks in to fits of giggles while my eyes fill with tears. Just what the hell is his problem? It’s like he hates me.
Travis moves quickly, roaring as he charges toward Levi, and I step back just in time to witness him slam him to the ground, where he delivers blow after blow to Levi’s face. The sound of bones breaking finally snaps me out of my stunned state.
“Oh, shit, Trav.” I pull on his shirt while darting my gaze around the room, hoping there’s no staff around to see it. “Stop, please.” I try again, but he’s too consumed with anger. “Come on, Trav. Stop,” I plead helplessly.
When a whistle is blown, my heart sinks, and I release my grip on his shirt.
This is it; this is the end for Travis. He’s already retaking his final year after what went down last year, and now he won’t be able to graduate. All because of Levi fucking Williamson and his weird obsession with me.