“And who are you?” she asked snottily.
“Not the one.” Willow rolled her neck, giving the girl her ‘Don’t fuck with me’ look.
“Well, I am Rosalyn Cordell. Dash’s fiancée’ and I believe you are in my seat.”
Say what now? I quickly looked at Willow whose face drained of color. I heard Sheldon mumble, “Oh, shit” and then Willow slowly got up and walked off leaving Rosalyn and Anya with smirks on their faces. Their cronies were cackling as my heart broke for Willow
“You should probably go with her loser. Keiran doesn’t want you and you’re sitting in my seat,” Anya stated.
I didn’t hesitate to move but not because of Anya but because I had to check on my friend. I heard Sheldon arguing with them before I pushed through the doors. I checked the girls’ locker room and immediately heard soft sobs coming from one of the stalls.
“Willow?” I called softly.
“It’s okay, Lake. I’m not crying.” She broke apart on the last word and cried harder, twisting my heart. I felt her pain and wanted to share it with her if only to take some of it away.
“Willow, please. Please open the door so that I can hold you. It’s the only way, because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to make this right. Talk to me.”
She started coughing, from the gut wrenching sobs and then I could hear the sound of her vomiting violently. I heard her whimper then the door suddenly flew open and Willow flew past me, running out of the locker room.
“Willow!” I yelled in vain.
I noticed something colorful sitting on top of the tank and moved forward to inspect it. It was a platinum charm bracelet with amethyst stones. The only charms were angel wings and the letters ‘D’ and ‘W’. The right arm of the W was hooked around the curve of the D like lovers. It was beautiful.
I could tell it was expensive and something neither Willow or her parents could afford. I’d never seen Willow with this bracelet before and it looked too new to have been inherited.
Dash.
It had to come from him. The D and W made sense along with angel wings. He called her angel once before. I pocketed the bracket intending to return it to her when I bumped into a hard body that blocked my exit.
“Where are you in a hurry to?” a familiar voice asked me. I was shoved back inside the stall as Trevor moved forward, shutting the door behind him. I immediately called for help but he clamped his sweaty hand over my mouth muffling my scream.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. We have things to discuss and you aren’t leaving here until we do.” He pressed me against the side of the stall, trapping me. “You know, your friend is a dumb bitch. She never had a real chance with Dash – oh yes, I know,” he stated noticing my shock.
“His family may be rich but they are a bunch of low lives. They take what they want without regard for others or the law. I wonder how it feels to own that much power? Maybe, one day I’ll find out.”
I fought not to roll my eyes at him and piss him off further. The look in eyes told me he was teetering on the brink of instability.
“So tell me. You giving it up to Keiran?” My eyes narrowed at him, disgusted to which he simply shrugged.
“Of course you are. Either that or he’s taking it. He isn’t the guy everyone thinks he is, you know. But even he couldn’t stop a drug conviction from tarnishing his image. And to think of all the hard work I put into setting him up.”
I tried to talk but it came out muffled so he lifted his hand. “What’s that sweetheart?” I instantly hated the word.
“I said you’re a jealous, pathetic asshole.”
He smiled. “Of course I was jealous. The guy was stealing all the chicks and the fame. I figured if I got rid of him Keenan and Dash wouldn’t be much of a threat and I could rule the school.”
“So you framed him for status?” That had to be the dumbest crock of shit I ever heard. Dude has issues.