Unwarranted

Unwarranted (3)

CHAPTER THREE

Mr. Ashton’s Point of View

Skye’s soft feminine hands slid into my own, and pulled her up carefully off the floor. A dazed look crossed her face, and concern filled my heart.

Oh god, she was making me sound like a little teenage girl with her first crush!

She was off the floor but I couldn’t, wouldn’t let go of her hands. It was unbelievable to think she was only sixteen, after reading her file. Everything she has gone through at such a young age, and still being able to put on a brave face?

Wow, she was a remarkable woman. As if to kiss her, I leaned down slightly, staring deep into her gorgeous forest green eyes…

“Sir…?” Skye barely whispered my formal title and I pulled back. Teachers cannot go around trying to kiss their students! Even if they were so beautiful and mischievous as Skye.

Abruptly I pulled away from her, whatever this girl was doing to me… I had to end it.

“Icepack, for your head.” I muttered behind me, trying to avoid hurting her feelings.

Intending to get the icepack, I headed to the office, but somehow I ended up at my car. The glossy black paint on my Holden Series II Cruze shone in the sunlight, and it reminded me of memories I had thought were buried.

 

*

“Oh baby…” Greg moaned and I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn’t resist my own grin as we stood side by side in the parking lot, staring, no, checking-out the beauty that just pulled up.

“Must be love, love, love.” I sang cheerily under my breath, not even trying to hide my shaking hands.

Greg moaned again, “I want one!”

I tentatively took a step towards the car, my brother following suit. Nervous as anything, we both stopped. “Dude, I think I have a boner.” Greg whispered, and I doubled over in laughter. Only Greg would get an erection over a car.

Three inch black high heels emerged from the Ferrari, followed by perfectly sculptured tan legs.

A woman gracefully stepped from the car, wearing a tiny black dress with a dipping cleavage. Her dyed-blond hair hung in thick curls around her girly face; she looked like a college student.

“Hello boys.” Her voice was a husky whisper and her eyes tried to play flirtatious, but she just looked petrified.

“Hello beautiful,” Ever the gentleman, my brother held out a callous hand, and winked. She put her own painted pink fingers in his and Greg leaned down and kissed the palm of her hand.

I didn’t notice until after he was shot dead the gun she had hidden in her other hand, I wouldn’t have known she was forced to do it until after the arrest. I didn’t admit until now, that my brother was shot dead so the girl could be accepted into a frat house.

*

With a cry of anguish I pulled my arm back and punched a hole right through the window of my car. Glass smashed around my hands and fell to the ground. I didn’t shy away from the pain, instead I welcomed it.

For a few moments I stood there resting my head in my arms on the car, breathing heavily, ignoring the sound of the car alarm blaring.

Eventually I withdrew my keys from my pocket and switched it off so I didn’t draw attention, no one needed to see me in this state.