The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter Twelve

TBWT | Chapter 12

First day back at school

Ξ Nyx Reed Ξ

I don't think I mentioned this yet, but I'm a junior in high school. I suppose it didn't matter before. I don't really mind attending school. It's much better than being back at that house with Ellen and Max. They have been a thorn in my side the day I and Derek came back from his grandmother's place. I can't even explain how livid they were. I honestly didn't care that they were mad anyway. Derek, on the other hand, was completely and utterly pissed off. When I saw him walk past his dad all he did was glare. It's like he wanted to rip his throat out. I wouldn't blame him. I wanted to rip his throat out on the daily.

Derek was driving me to school. I wasn't allowed to drive still. My legs the doctor said are still a work in progress, and driving was a big fat FUCK NO for me. It was depressing I missed my land cursor. She was just collecting raindrops in the front yard. Derek said he was going to be my personal bodyguard at school today. I told him no millions of times, but he wouldn't listen. He said I was too breakable. Which I wasn't. I've gotten through eleven years through school without his help. I didn't need it.

When I got out of the car he followed me. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something?" I asked going into the direction of my locker. Ashley was supposed to be meeting me there

"No, why would I?"

"Go do some womanizing then. I don't need your help," I bit at him. As I had promised I wasn't going to act like anything had happened between us. I wasn't going to have him gushing over me either, but he was taking it badly. He acted like we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

"I'm your stepbrother isn't it good that I want to protect you?" He whispered in my ear. "Plus, it's your first day back to school. I need to help you around."

"Stepbrothers don't kiss their little stepsisters," I whispered harshly to him, so only he could hear. "You don't need to follow me. I have Ashley. You do remember her right?" I said as we turned a corner. I could see my locker and my very blond friend Ashley. It felt like forever since I saw her. Mostly because my mother didn't allow any visitors except her stoners over at the new house which was kind of ironic if you asked me.

"If I may remind you, you kissed me back," he chuckled darkly in my ear.

"Drop it, Derek. Your dad raped me. I will never be interested," I managed to growl. I knew that was a low blow, but there was another reason I didn't want to be with him. I haven't really spoken about it. The only one that knew was my dad.

He went silent for a moment and right before we got to my locker he spoke, "Ashley wouldn't mind me." I turned my head just a bit to see a gigantic smirk plastered on that sexy face of his. I scoffed in annoyance at him and it earned another chuckle out of him. He was in a cheery mood today. When I looked at Ashley I could see why he was in a good mood. She was making googly eyes at him. Her bony pale fingers waved at him in that sexy school girl way and her smile was lazy. It was like she was asking for him. When we approached her, her eyes jumped from me to him in a quick second.

What the fuck did I just witness? What did they do with each other?

I coughed to get attention back on me. Well, not on me, but off of the sexual tension I felt around them. And just to be honest, I was a little offended by both of them. I didn't know why but I had a strange hatred for Ashley at the moment. "Uh, sorry for interrupting your little eye raping session, but I need to get to my locker," I hissed. I was really upset. I meant really mad. How dare she?