Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy 1)

I did know that. I mean, of course he wouldn’t know that I did. I’d snuck in on a couple of his practices, missing my brother and wanting to see what he’d been doing.

I moved my lips. “I know you’re good, Bru.”

“Do you?” He frowned. “How about how much I enjoy it? That I’m actually making friends—”

“Those aren’t your real friends.” And I’d stand by that. I didn’t know the Legacy guys’ angle (Dorian Prinze’s angle), but I knew they were still playing him. Them getting close to Bru was nothing but a power play—point blank. I sneered. “They don’t like you. They’re letting you get close because they hate me.”

“Look how you sound right now.” He shook his head. He pointed at me. “You know, I think you’re just paranoid. Paranoid that I might be leaving and finding something for myself. I swear to God you’re just like Dad—”

“Enough!” I growled, slamming my hands on the table. He wouldn’t speak to me like that and not about Dad. I directed a finger at him. “Say what you want about me. Say whatever you want but leave Dad out of this. You know he was sick.”

Our dad was a troubled man with problems we obviously didn’t get. He’d never told us, but he had to have had them. He was guarded and so obviously missed Mom.

Bru wiped his hands off, apparently done with his plate.

“I’m going to school,” he mumbled and then that was that.

I eventually got to school too, and though I normally didn’t go around talking to too many people, I did stop Bow Reed at her locker.

I hadn’t seen her around class.

In fact, she’d all but disappeared after the news broke of what I’d done to Dorian around the halls. She wasn’t in our math class, and I didn’t see her around. Not even at lunch, and I looked for her.

She wasn’t with her brother and his friends when they actually showed up for lunch. Lately, I hadn’t seen the guys either in the courtyard, and I considered that a blessing.

When they weren’t there, I didn’t get food thrown at me.

It was like the lunchroom acted on their behalf whenever they were around. Legacy boys never did their own bidding. They had minions to do it for them. I still found shit in my locker. Sex toys were pretty much the exclusive thing, but most recently, boxes of pregnancy tests had been added to the haul. They fell out into the hallway after that first day and hadn’t stopped since.

I’d grown accustomed to simply throwing them away, an act I’d just finished when I spotted Bow at her locker. I raised my hand to her. “Hey.”

Her head had been in her locker, and she gazed over the door, full smile on her face.

But then, she spotted me.

The smile wiped away as if I’d taken an eraser to it. Next thing I knew, she was pulling things out of her locker in quick time. She filled her arms with books and ignored me standing not a foot away from her.

I eyed her. “Little rabbit?” She continued to ignore me. I frowned. “I haven’t seen you in class…”

“I dropped it,” she stated, more bite in her voice than I was used to from her. She huffed. “Well, I didn’t drop it. I transferred.”

“Why?”

“Maybe I didn’t want to see someone who was taking advantage of me every day.”

“What?”

She whipped from behind her locker, getting in my face. This was crazy since I had more than a few inches on her. Even still, she stood tall in her heeled Mary Janes. She shook her head. “You know, I didn’t tell you any of that stuff at my house, Sloane, for you to go and use it against Dorian. Dorian is like a brother to me. All the guys are.”

Fuck.

“My brother actually had to break it down to me what you did.” She frowned, definitely not used to that from her. She was always so cheery. “How you took advantage of me with all that stuff I told you.”

She had shared a lot, more as I poked.

I’d poked a lot.

I’d found out exactly where Dorian’s mom worked, and that made it easy to send the note with the pregnancy test.