Blood Legacy Chapter 127: 125. Push me away

I kept that same routine for the rest of the week. I sat next to him during every single class we had, sharing everything that I had with him. My pens, my paper, my food. My time. My kindness. My patience. All that whilst keeping a comfortable silence between us that surprisingly enough, it seemed to work.

No more did he look so angry and miserable. So dull and lifeless. Instead that familiar spark of mischievousness seemed to slowly return in his beautiful eyes, making him look more and more alive. With every day that passed.

There were no more dark circles under his eyes, no more pallor in his cheeks. Even that furious stream of sickening thoughts and emotions seemed to have quieted down to a dull trickle now, allowing me to breathe and relax around him.

It felt...much more bearable to be around him now. Now that he wasn't weighing me down as much and that I was also not that mad at him anymore.

He was already suffering enough as it was on his own. He didn't need my hatred on top of it all.

What he actually needed was a friend. I could feel that. And I was willing to be just that for him. Whether he accepted me or tried to push me away yet again.

No one deserved to be alone through such hardships as he was going through. Not even him.

So I sat down again and placed that tray of food between us, purposely having placed that generous portion of cheese-topped fries on his side of the tray as I knew that they were his favorites. He liked munching on them whilst playing Warcraft on his phone.

That's what we did every day, for the entirety of our lunch break. He played his violent games on his phone whilst I sat there and listened to music or chatted with Jess and Dre via texts.

They were all still very worried for him. His packmates. They've been bombarding me with questions about him whenever he wasn't around or paying too much attention, so desperate to know about his state. They all loved him. I could see that. I could even feel it. They still looked up to him as their leader, even though he was no longer bound to be their king. He was still their Alpha. And they suffered in sync with him. As a whole.

My phone buzzed yet again but I didn't rush to check who had texted me, casually listening to an upbeat tune through my AirPods as I picked up a baby carrot and scooted closer to Nathan. I just wanted to watch him play, check what level he'd gotten to.

He didn't say anything but he did lower his arm and allowed me to see, continuing to agitatedly tap his fingers against the screen as he battled with his opponents. He was actually very skilled. Heck, he could even do it using only one hand. And whilst stuffing his mouth with loads of food.

I watched him grab a generous amount of fries with that melted cheese on top, shoving it all into his mouth as he continued to play.

I couldn't suppress that amused giggle that bubbled up in my throat at the sight of his cheek rounding up so comically, barely managing to chew.

However, the moment I noticed that tiny hint of a smile pulling at his lips my heart warmed up a little, secretly feeling so proud and joyful.

It didn't last long though, unfortunately.

For the very moment my eyes darted back to the screen of his phone a message popped at the top, the name of the sender showing up so large and legible.

*Estefany.*

All that joy and laughter flew straight out the window, my heart filling with hurt and betrayal. Though it was not for myself, but for my sister.

I could remember that look in Estefany's eyes at the start of this very week and I did know that something must've happened. I hadn't forgotten. But I chose to let him be and take his time, for I knew how much he was suffering.

But I was suffering too. Stirring with unrest.

I needed to know. For the sake of my sister's heart. Her sanity. I needed to find out if it was true. What I've been suspecting.

It was time.

"Did you fuck her?" There. It was out there. I said it. Quiet and slow though, for I didn't want them to pick up on our conversation. His packmates. The ones who loved him as a brother, and worshiped the very ground he was walking on.

Trickles of silence followed and my heart started to sink, little by little as I sat there, unmoved, not even daring to raise my gaze and look him in the eye. I couldn't. I was too afraid of what I might see. What I might find out.

"Why, jealous much?"

I blinked once. Twice.

"You do realize that this is my sister's girlfriend we're talking about right now, right?" I hissed under my breath as I finally turned to look up at him, struggling to keep my temper at bay.

How dare he?

"So?" He raised one brow, looking totally unimpressed and I had to blow out a long and calming exhale through my nose.

Nope. I was not going to play his game. Not this time.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," he shrugged and picked up a fry, casually popping it into his mouth.

What the fuck!?! I wanted to scream. Maybe even shove that fry myself into his mouth, along with my fist.

"Still doesn't explain why you would care so much," his brow ticked, offering me a lazy yet probing look as he stared down at me from beneath his lashes.

*What?*

"Oh, no," He suddenly feigned surprise, acting so overly-dramatic as he slapped a hand over his chest, making my brows furrow.

"Do you...actually...miss me, sugar-tits?" He sultrily asked with a sickeningly sweet voice, suggestively wrapping his tongue around a fry, giving it a good lick before he threw it into his mouth and started to chew.

"Is Dary-boo not treating that pussy right?" He pouted, again with that overly-dramatic acting of his and I stupidly blinked again, staring back at him.

I was speechless. Stunned. I couldn't believe the words that were popping out of his mouth.

But it seemed like he wasn't planning to stop just there, because in the very next moment he leaned closer to my ear, his tone jeering and gravelly as he whispered,

"Come on, Carina, why won't you spread your legs open for daddy Darius,"

"Make me suffer like I did you," he growled out, pure hatred dripping in his voice. I took in a sharp breath as I felt his fingers digging into my knee, giving it a quick and rather painful tug in his direction.

"I know you want to," he slithered like the deceiving serpent he was, his tone goading.

"You can do it. You only need to give him a little push, you know how corruptible he actually is. After all, he did murder an innocent for the sake of liberty," his tone had become so evil and impetuous by the end of that sentence, his nose so close to touching mine as he peered into my eyes with that same burning disdain in his.

"Just a small little nudge in the right direction and he will devour that sweet little pussy of yours like a mad wolf!"

Slap!

My hand stung. Yet his words had stung even harder. He hadn't been mean or taunting. He'd been downright cruel and demeaning. And I couldn't even understand why. What was wrong with him? Why was he so dead-set on tormenting me like that? *What have I ever done wrong to him?*

My chin wobbled yet I refused to look elsewhere, my gaze fiercely pinned to his. He didn't move. Didn't even breathe. But that pure and unbridled rage and hatred was still there, in his beautiful green eyes as he looked right back into mine, not showing a single ounce of pain or even regret. He'd wanted to hurt me like this. He'd done it on purpose.

I'd fallen right into his trap, thinking that maybe he was slowly warming up to me and that he'd wanted my friendship.

Boy I was wrong.

My throat hurt. I wanted to scream. And cry. And I wanted to ask him why. But I didn't do any of those things.

Instead I stumbled up on shaky legs, and with those hot tears pooling in my eyes I turned around and started running.

"Yeah, that's it, run back to daddy Darius like the good little girl you are!"

"I don't need your fucking pity!" I heard him roar out after me like a rabid beast. But I didn't turn to look at him again. I kept on running.