Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Nine: A Reverend Sinning

Song: Issues by Julia Micheals (Alan Walker Remix)

Ridge-

Some asshole's arms are around her shoulders as he hands her what I assume is coffee. She nods in thanks, turning her head to the girl beside her, a girl with strawberry blond hair. There are two other guys near her, tough looking but easily beaten by me if necessary. 

God, I need to be near her. And those guy's arms need to come off. 

Ignoring Beau's questions of where I'm going I hurry to follow up to them. She reaches what must be her locker and I tap on her shoulder. She whips around, and for a second her eyes are heavy with shock and confusion. 

I smile. "Hey,"

"What?" she snaps, clearly annoyed. My eyebrows rise. I settle for a different approach. I brace my arm against the locker beside her, leaning in. Ahh, this must be how I do it. Her eyes widen as she squirms, my closeness affecting her. 

"Let's try that again," I say with a smirk, knowing everyone is watching. "Hello, mate," 

The reaction is immediate, she shoves me away, eyes pouring venom and I stumble, surprised, 

"So...what is it this time? Is it a prank, whose idea was it, huh? Yours, or maybe it's that bitch you follow like a lost puppy," she spits. My eyes widen.

 "Um...." is my brilliant response. 

I may have lost my memories but I can tell when someone hates me, and I can tell when they want to slit my throat. Currently, my mate is the former but she's quickly heading to the latter stage. The thing is I don't even know what to apologize for because I have never seen this chick in my life. 

"Uh...North, calm down...what the--" my mate's friend whips her head around, eyes landing on Beau, who's behind me. Slowly her gaze widens as she slings her back over her shoulder, lips curling into a sneer. "I gotta go North, catch you later," she storms away, just as Beau tells her to wait. Of course, she doesn't listen. 

"What do you want with North?" Someone snaps and I look up, finding the asshole who had his arm around her. 

"I don't see how it concerns you," I say coolly, leaning against the lockers across from them. 

"North's my friend, and after what you did to her, you have no right coming near her!" the guy on the left growls. North puts a palm on his arm, which gets a growl from me. 

"Layth, I can fight my own fights, okay?" She turns to me, her voice hardening. "I don't know what's up with the fucker, but I don't plan on finding out, now I have Calc to do,"

Without giving me a second glance she leaves, storming away, making me question what I ever did to deserve her hostility. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" Beau bellows to everyone who was watching our little scrap. They hurry to leave, avoiding all four of us. 

"Look, Ridge, I'll explain this, I just...I really need to do something..." he trails off, looking pained. 

"No, Beau, I don't even know her, what exactly did I do to her?"

Zayne smirks beside him, eyeing our frustrated friend. "Look, Ridge, I'll explain it to you, let Beau go fix his thing and we'll ditch, I fucking want to skip today anyway,"

Beau nods and hurries away, literally running in the direction of the girl's bathroom, I don't get to correct him because he's already inside. I turn to Zayne in question, but he just shakes his head, even though my being taller than him, I should intimidate him. 

"Come on, let's go to a bar or a diner or shit, I need my coffee," he says and I nod. 

"You've been stirring your sugar for an hour Zayne, stop stalling," I growl and he looks up, pursing his lips. 

"She's what you were discussing,"

I arch an eyebrow in question and he sighs. 

"I wasn't there, Ridge, but from what I heard, you had four and five beers and you were drunk off your ass, Beau was discussing North with you and how smart and gorgeous she was and you said if he liked her so much he could screw her himself,"

I really was a dickhead before that accident. "Why were we discussing North that day anyway,"

"Because you'd rejected North that day,"

My coffee spit goes flying everywhere as my brain spins. "WHAT?!"

He raises his hands up in innocence. "You and North...you hated each other...like full-on despised each other, I mean anyone who knew you from the outside would assume that it would never work--hell even you did,"

"Did you see her? She's model gorgeous! Why would I reject her?" I demand, wanting to beat in my own head. Zayne shrugs. 

"Look, man, I love you and all, we've been best friends for...I don't know like eight, nine years and you've been with Beau even before that, but as much as I like you, you were a bit of an ass back then. I think you rejected North without even knowing her, I think you rejected her because you thought she'd never be good enough,"

"I rejected her," I still don't believe it. 

"And you were a real dick about it too, made sure everyone in the halls heard,"

Oh shit, even I hate me now. "And North also happens to be Tate's close friend, right after Dylan actually," Zayne adds, picking on his Danish. 

Double shit. 

In that short time in which I'd know North, it was easy to say that she had a lot of spunk. It wouldn't be easy to win someone so tough over. 

So I had to play her game. 

Game on, North Jacobs. Game on.