Rick POV
“You’re f****d,” Axel snorts, shoving my shoulder while we are in line for food at lunch.
“The f**k I am. I’m not going to let some random chick take my birthright from me,” I huff, slamming a bowl of soup down angrily on my tray, making some of it spill over. It’s not my f*****g day. My anger and frustration is f*****g everything up.
“That’s no way to talk about your sister,” Axel smirks, making me growl.
“That b***h is not my f*****g sister,” I snapped, then winced, not liking my own words. Calling her that name sounded wrong, and it made me feel like s**t. I feel like s**t enough as it is. I don’t need to say stuff that will add to that.
“Ouch. Well, that’s no way to talk about my prom date. You’re getting your panties in a bunch about something that was technically your
