Nero (Made Men 1)

Sebastian slammed his hands down on the table. “I am talking to you, waitress!”

While the whole cafeteria went silent at his outburst, Elle could see Chloe was absolutely terrified; she had practically jumped ten feet. As Elle finally looked up at him, she thought he resembled a complete psychopath.

“Now, do you know why?”

Elle said nothing, only looked at his crazed face. There was never a point in saying a word to Sebastian; it only made things worse. And yes, it’s been worse than this.

“Do you?” That was it; he snapped. Elle could see him jump toward her. He wanted to put his hands on her and make her answer. Elle shut her eyes, waiting for it to come.

“I better not see you lay your fucking hands on Elle, ever. I don’t want to see you talking to her or even looking in her direction, and that goes for Chloe, too. Because, if you do, I will make damn sure everyone in this school will be calling you the freak. Do you understand me?”

Elle was no longer scared of Sebastian with one glance at Nero. His voice was too calm, his face too composed, but his green eyes promised his words were true.

Sebastian was shocked. He knew not to question him, though. He only nodded. That, however, didn’t stop him from giving Elle a look that said he would get her next time, when Nero wasn’t around. She knew he would, too. That, I have no doubt of.

When Nero was satisfied he understood, he finally let him go. Then Nero looked around the cafeteria, making sure everyone was paying attention.

“Their names are Elle and Chloe, and you will call them by their names.”

Elle had not been expecting that, and by the expression on Chloe’s face, she hadn’t been, either. She couldn’t believe he had not only told Sebastian to fuck off, but the whole school, as well. All these years, she had gone with not one person standing up for her, and here Nero had stood up to the whole school.

Elle watched Nero come over to her. “You okay?”

She hoped her face didn’t look as dumb as she thought. It does. I know it does. “Um, yeah, I’m fine.” She looked over at Chloe to make sure she was good. She didn’t look terrified anymore; she looked a little dazed. Elle was certain she looked the same.

Nero grinned. “Do you think I could sit here now?”

Elle knew he deserved some consolation for what he had done. Still, she felt that this wasn’t going to change anything. She didn’t believe his intentions were good and knew a guy like Nero would never like her. Elle figured she could let him sit with her, though. It’s not like he will keep sitting here, anyway.

She glanced at Chloe to make sure she was okay with it. She knew she wasn’t thrilled, yet she would deal.

Elle looked up at Nero and smiled. “Sure, why not?”

“Good.” Nero looked up across the cafeteria and motioned a ‘come here’. Elle saw Nero’s crew get up from their table and come toward them. Oh, shit.

She immediately got up and stood beside Chloe. “What are you doing?” She could feel Chloe getting nervous.

“Uh, I’m sitting here, and they sit where I sit.”

“No, I said you can sit here. I didn’t say they could.”

“What’s the big deal?” Elle saw it dawn on him the moment he asked. He could figure it out by the way she was standing in front of Chloe.

“They can’t sit here, Nero.”

Elle watched Nero hold up his hand, stopping his crew.

“Ba-Elle, listen; letting them sit here will make sure no one will ever say or do anything to you and Chloe again. They won’t hurt you. I promise.” He made sure to hold her eyes, letting her know he was telling the truth. “They won’t touch Chloe, either. I give you my word.”

Elle looked at Chloe. She knew she was running out of room to protect her friend in this Hell. This semester had started out terribly, and it was only the first week. Elle knew she needed help, and if anyone in this school could protect Chloe, it was Nero and his crew. Sorry, Chloe.

Elle sat down beside Chloe. “You better not be lying to me, Nero.”

Elle knew he had heard her; he nodded, not only for her, but for his crew to come over.

Elle whispered to Chloe, “It’s going to be okay. I haven’t let anyone in here hurt you, have I?” And she hadn’t. Elle did whatever it took to make sure no one laid a finger on her. Yes, that meant Elle got the short end of the stick in here, but Chloe got the shortest end of the shittiest stick outside of here.

Elle gave Chloe a smile when she finally answered, shaking her head no.

Elle could see the signal Nero gave the young blond one to sit beside Chloe. That tugged at her heart a little. He was a good choice because he was practically a kid and had never had any part in their bullying.

Nero took his seat on the other side of Elle and draped his arm on the back of her chair as Amo and Vincent took the other two remaining seats across from them.

“This is my little brother, Leo.” Leo flashed his shiny, white teeth.

Jesus, he is a miniature Nero.

“Leo, this is Chloe.” He nodded toward Chloe.

“Hey, Chloe.” Leo held his hand out.

Elle quickly took his hand. “Sorry, she’s germaphobic. I’m Elle.”

Elle watched the four guys stare at her and Chloe. The situation was already awkward, and that had just made it a lot more so.

“That’s freaking genius, Nero. Why haven’t we thought of that after all the gross hands we’ve had to shake?” Leo laughed at his own joke, the guys all joining in, and Elle couldn’t help herself from laughing with them. Even Chloe chuckled.

Elle automatically liked Leo. It was something you couldn’t help; he was completely adorable with his long, dirty-blond hair and deep-blue eyes. He knew how to handle himself even at a young age, and Elle knew he had gotten it from his older brother.