Tension
1162 Words
[Abbie's POV]
“Not good enough. Not good enough. NOT f*****g GOOD ENOUGH!”
I throw my bag down as William's words play themselves again and again in my mind. Adding to the anger and embarrassment that I'm feeling after being found red-handed in a damn broom closet with that bastards brother, who, mind you, dragged me there first!
“i***t WILLIAM!” I scream, collapsing on my bed. “It isn't like I didn't already know that.”
I knew that even having thoughts of the twin princes was ridiculous because I was such a recluse. However, I didn't need one to actually tell me straight to my face.
Sighing, I roll over, pulling my pillow against me while I shut my eyes, willing anything but either of those bastard princes to appear, but before I can actually do it, the doorbell rings.
For a moment, I don't move as I wonder if maybe I was just imagining it, but when a knock sounds, I know I wasn't.
“I'm coming,” I huff, heading out of my room and then downstairs. “Sorry for making you wait,” I announce as I pull the door open, only to find myself staring at the twin bastards that I was trying to forget about.
“No worries,” Austin smirks, completely at ease, while William just glares at me. “We're here to see Andrew.”
“Andrew,” I repeat, extending my senses only to find that he isn't home. “He's not here, but please come in so you can wait.”
Not waiting for a response, I step aside, giving both access to my home like the good little homemaker that my mother always taught me to be.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Good, act normal. Abbie, don't think about what happened at school. If you show the slightest bit of unease, then they'll chew you up and spit you out and probably laugh about it with their buddies later.
“You got a beer?” Austin asks me, taking me by surprise.
Honestly, I just planned on getting them some water or tea, but after the day I had, beer sounded splendid. However…
“Sorry, we are underage.” I respond, feeling even more distance growing between me and the princes. “So your only choices are water or tea.”
“I'll take tea then.” Austin smirks, getting comfortable.
“And you?” I ask, turning my gaze to William, only to find that he is studying me like I'm some sort of strange creature. “What can I...”
“Water.”
His response is flat, just like the look on his face, and it only causes my irritation from earlier to grow.
“Got it.”
Turning, I head into the kitchen, happy for a reason to escape, and work to make them drinks. And when they're ready, I hear the front door open and feel a wave of relief that once they're delivered, I can escape to my room.
For the rest of the evening, I sit in front of my computer, staring at the screen while absolutely nothing comes to mind.
What the hell? Wasn't I the one insisting that I could easily write a damn story based on mine and Austin's interaction earlier in the day? But every time I tried to remember it, William's damn words would haunt me.
Sighing, I get up, deciding no writing would be done this particular evening, and go to bed.
The next day, I leave home just like every morning, but when I arrive at school, I instantly know that it isn't like my regular mornings, as I find myself receiving many death glares. Trying to ignore them, I head to my first period class only to find crude words written all over my desk.
Slut.
Sleaze.
Whore.
You're Not Good Enough.
They're everywhere, covering the entire surface to the point you can't see the sleek wood beneath.
“Immature.” I sigh, taking my seat and placing my books over the childish scribbles while the ones who I was certain were responsible for it watch me.
Rolling my eyes, I lean back, crossing my legs, and wait until Professor Groves makes his way into the classroom and calls things to order.
“Today,” he announces, looking around. “We are going to create our pairs for your end-of-term project.”
Perfect timing. I grumble inwardly, once again peeking at my classmates, who are basically already paired off.
“But,” Professor Groves continues. “I’m going to be the one picking your groups.”
Frowning, I sit up a little while he pulls out a sheet, which I’m certain contains the names of the groups.
“First,” he announces, turning his gaze in my direction. “Abigail Wright, you will be paired with Desmond Jennings.”
At his words, I feel my eyes widen as I look toward a single figure that sits at the very back of the room with his head down on the desk, clearly sleeping despite knowing that class has started.
Shit. What in the hell was up with life recently? First, I was being tormented by the alpha princes, and now Desmond freaking Jennings.
He was well known around school for having anger issues and a problem with authority. He was scary to say the least, and approaching him was damn near impossible. He was the son of a delta but had no interest in taking the place of his father. How was I going to be able to work with him when I was certain he didn’t want to work with me?
“Desmond,” Professor Groves snaps, causing the sleeping Desmond to stir. “Did you hear what I said?”
For a moment, Desmond doesn’t speak as his sleek gray eyes come to rest on me, and when his lips dip into a deeper frown, I know he is just as unimpressed as me.
“Whatever,” he yawns, laying back down and getting comfortable. “Not like I have a say anyway.”
Having nothing more to say, he lays his head back down on the desk and begins to snore softly. Ending any further discussion and just adding to my bad day.
By the time the end of the school day comes, I am more than ready to leave, especially after being tripped, having random bitches bump into me, causing me to drop my things, and even more immature scribbles on all my desks.
However, when I return home and find the causes of my suffering from the day, I can’t handle it any longer, and before I can even stop myself, I’m moving, only stopping when I’m standing directly in front of Austin, who watches on in amusement.
“A word,” I hiss while William and my brother’s eyes stay glued to me. “Now!”
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