Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

I shake my head.

“Do you want me to call Dr Khan?”

My shrink.

Since I was seven, my life has been shackled by two doctors. The heart doctor and the shrink.

“No, Aunt. It’s nothing.”

“You know that normal people talk to shrinks, right? It’s relieving and healthy.” She laughs. “Hell, I tell him more than I tell you or Jaxon.”

“I’ll think about it.”

A lie.

I’d rather not step into Dr Khan’s office again. I dislike having my brain probed.

Aunt ignores her phone for the rest of the film. Once we reach the end, I call it a night to revise my notes before sleep.

As I change into my PJ’s, I pause buttoning the top and stare at the hickeys Aiden left on my flesh.

In the past, whenever I looked at the scar, I’d have haunting flashbacks about the incident when I lost my parents.

Now, I don’t.

The flashback is still haunting, but it’s filled with deep grey eyes gnawing into my soul as he bit the skin and left his mark in an intrusive, intimate way.

I think a part of you likes this but because you’re such a good girl, you’re out to destroy that part.

I button the rest with jerky hands. I’m angry at myself, no, I’m furious. How the hell can I remember his words, let alone give them weight?

I meant it earlier. I didn’t want his attention, but on the flip, damning side, he’s having mine.

The fact that I’m starting to be invested in him creeps me out of my skin.

While a psycho, Aiden is a human being, and I can’t help wondering why he does everything he does.

Everyone has a motive, don’t they? No matter how much I’ve tried to shove Aiden into the black category, I’m only fooling myself.

I crawl into my bed, play Power by Bastille, and check my phone.

Kim sent me a message saying she’ll be driving her baby brother and therefore she won’t be able to pick me up tomorrow.

She sends a cute picture of Kirian clinging to her leg. Although Kim is a brunette, her brother has the most golden blonde hair.

Kim: Babysitting. Save me.

Elsa: *heart emoji* I’ll have that cute little elf.

We chat for a while before I head to Instagram. On RES’s official page, I find a picture of me taken by the school’s photography club. They had a perfect shot while I ran in practice. It’s from behind, but my name and the school’s logo are clear.

The tag reads. Great minds in excellent bodies.

RES has changed their policies over the years. Now, they’re constantly promoting that they’re not only about academics, but also sports.

Right after my picture, I find another one with more comments and likes. It’s about the football team, so no surprise there.

The photography club managed to snag a perfect shot of Aiden during practice when he was about to shoot and score. One of his hands flings back in symmetry with his left foot like he’s about to take flight.