Chapter 11
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
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A few weeks after that day, I got to truly know what it meant to fully play the role of Lucien’s girlfriend. People stopped being so mean to me, or at least a few of them did; some wanted to be my friend, and the other two scholarship kids in this school decided I was no longer a wallflower.
It had been overwhelming to say the least, but for some reason, I preferred this to the long years of being bullied by the school’s elite students.
I walked down the halls after statistics class and made my way to the cafeteria, but I stopped at my locker so I could drop my books.
By this time, the lunch bell had rung, and my locker felt like the safest place in the school. Too bad Lucien Ravenscroft doesn’t care about safety.
“Move,” he says to a guy beside me, and steps into my space as it belongs to him.
And, technically, he does. Everything in the school would eventually belong to him, that was if it didn’t already belong to him. We were finally instructed to
treat the only child of Eldric Ravenscroft like our president.
I don’t move as I include the coordinates of my locker and place my books neatly inside it.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him smirk. His smirk felt like an invitation from the devil to dinner. “You’re sitting with me today.” He said, stilling me as I paused with pulling my hair into a high bun.
The words dropped in my heart with the force of a guillotine.
The hallway is still packed enough for people to hear. The whispering starts before I can even shut my locker.
Is she really with him?
Yes, she’s with him. Did you hear the photo’s real? The one at the boutique, we both know Ravenscroft doesn’t take just any girl shopping. He never even took Roxanne while they were together. But he took her to the actual one owned by his mother before her passing.
Of course, it’s real-she probably begged him for it.
I tried not to focus on their comments, and instead gritted my teeth as I said, “No.”
It was one word, a word every other sane person would follow; but I’d quickly learned that Lucien was far from sane the day he snuck into my bedroom by climbing up the wall and through the balcony on the side.
IN THE DEAD OF FUCKING NIGHT, WHILE I TRIED TO SLEEP!
Why, you may ask?
He said it was because I didn’t reply to his text on Instagram about my new uniform.
He’d instructed the headmaster to get me a new uniform.
When I’d asked him why he did that, he simply shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject.
“Yes,” he crouches to my height, and counters, his voice felt like silk-wrapped steel. His fingers curled around my wrist; not hard enough to hurt, but
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enough to remind me this is not up for negotiation. “They’re looking at you because they think you’re hiding. I must prove them wrong about that.”
The rumor still felt like a fresh wound.
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Roxanne’s latest masterpiece: a blurry, grainy shot of me in Lucien’s lap, paired with a chat log that makes it sound like I’m selling myself for tuition. The image was fake, but as usual, the truth never mattered at Ravenscroft; only rumors and lies did.
He starts walking while pulling me along with him.
I start walking, too, because my survival instinct works better than my pride.
‘I’m not even supposed to be in that part of school. You eat at the elite cafeteria designed for you alone, and my place is down here with the less elite folks.
I could get in trouble.” I said. It was true. In the school handbook, there was a full wing of the school designed for him alone, and no one else was allowed
to set foot in there for any reason whatsoever.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to me. “No one is allowed on there, except anyone I choose to invite up, and I just invited you. That is the first lesson.”
He said as he walked closer to me.
Instinctively, I moved back as he advanced on me.
“What’s the second?” I asked, and for some reason, my voice was soft and low.
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