The Princes of Ravenwood novel Chapter 4

My brothers and I had been texting as usual during and between classes. The school had been sure to keep us out of the same courses, which was ridiculous. But whatever. It’s just a hassle for us.

Forrest told us that Riko has managed to work out three of us and even identify ways to be different. That's rare indeed. This makes her even more interesting. Too bad none of us have had a class with her since Forrest's 5th-period physics.

Now it was my lunch period, the last lunch period of the day. It is ridiculous to have lunch at the end of the day. But I'm not the principal or head of the school board that decides such things. I managed to get through the lunch line without issue.

Of course, since I sat down with some of the guys from the football, baseball, and basketball teams, Jane has been watching me. She's probably looking for an opening to try and talk to me after Elijah dumped her on my behalf during Gym Class.

The guys were talking about stupid bullshit, none of them knowing which Frost I am. They seem to think the same Frost plays all three sports.

They're not bad guys, just not the smartest. As evident when Lance reaches out and grabs a girl's ass as she passes our table. Two reasons this was dumb.

One, don't ever touch someone without consent. And two, as I hear the angry gasp and look, I see the girl he just grabbed was Riko.

"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!” Riko justifiably shouted, stepping away. "Couldn't help myself,” Lance smiled like it was no big deal.

The problem is it is a big deal. And he realized it way too late. I had grabbed him by the throat and slammed him onto the table. I didn't care that he landed in everyone's lunch trays.

"F.. Frost.,” Lance choked out. "Apologize. Now,” I spoke calmly and coldly. "But…” he tried to protest. The entire table had gotten up and moved away. Riko was wide-eyed, clutching her lunch box to her chest.

The rest of the cafeteria was watching us, the monitors trying to make their way over. "No buts. You will apologize for touching her butt,” I said, tightening my grip.

He's one of the baseball players. So, he's not built like the football team. And I may have the hair, eyes, and face of a Frost, but I got my build from my Spartan Greek maternal grandfather.

I could still squeeze harder if I wanted and do damage to Lance's trachea. "I'm...I'm sorry,” he gasped. "For,” I glared coldly at him. "For...for touching you. It…it'll never happen again,” he wheezed.

I looked at Riko, who nodded ever so slightly. "See, that's not so hard,” I said, letting him go as the monitors reached us. "Mr. Frost, what is going on?” Mr. Fritz questioned. "Oh, nothing to worry about,” I said calmly, smoothing my jacket.

"Just us jocks horsing around. Posturing and the whole caveman mentality of violence to show off to girls,” I explained with a slight nod to Riko.

Mr. Fitz rolled his eyes. "If I were you, Miss, I would avoid a lot of these silver-spoon brats,” he said with a heavy sigh walking away. Lance was coughing as he slid off the table to a chair rubbing his throat.

“What the fuck Frost. Was that necessary?” he coughed. I cut a hard look at him. “Yes. Touch her or anyone without their consent again, and you’ll wake up in the hospital,” I warned, grabbing my bag.

“I should press charges...,” Lance threatened. I paused and arched an eyebrow at him. “I wish you luck in a legal battle against a Frost,” I stated before extending a hand to Riko.