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

Chapter Eighteen: Next Up...Loyalty

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"We need to see that room again," Ridge insists, pulling up beside me on his own Ducati. I raise my eyebrow, leaning against my baby and staring at his machine. It's neat. 

"Didn't know you had one," I say, nodding at his motorcycle. He grins. "Apparently I can drive it too, and don't change the subject, Eaton's room,"

I pursue my lips. "What do you expect to find? I mean seriously...this is stupid,"

It's been three weeks since Ridge convinced me to let him help, a month since Eaton's death and we've found a bunch of nothing, mainly because we didn't even know where to start. I'm mainly all attitude today, partially because of having to deal with Ridge and part because well...we've found nothing. 

"If it's stupid then what do you have to lose? After school, we'll head over there, good?"

"Fine," I snap without looking at him. I hear him chuckle and walk away toward his own locker, I feel a body behind me and turn, expecting Kay or one of the guys, instead, I'm met with Henry. I cock an eyebrow in question. 

"Can I help--"

He slams a hand where my head just was, glaring down at me. "Listen, bitch, stop fucking with Ridge's head, stay the fuck away from him,"

"Excuse me? Realize your friend is the one coming to see me," I spit, sneering. 

Henry scoffs. "What he's gonna do with a stripper? You fucking whore, you're only good for a night and then you're no use to anyone, keep that in mind, and stay the fuck away from him, you're making people talk, and when people talk they don't shut up, you're making us look like idiots, bitch. You're a whore and that's all you'll ever be..."

He never gets to finish, because he's slammed into the locker beside me and I look up, to see Ridge towering over him, his expression menacing that even I shrink back; he looks ready to kill. 

Ridge has him by the collar of his expensive polo, snarling down at him. 

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" he demands. "You never speak to her like that again! NEVER SPEAK TO HER AT ALL! You respect her, she's cleaner than you'll ever be, got that?" he spits, snarling every word. 

Practically everyone is watching, their eyes are wide with shock and amazement. And pure disbelief. Of course disbelief, Ridge Monroe would never do this. Henry portrays the same expression that's on my face: pure shock. He nods quickly, looking about to piss his pants. Ridge's glowing eyes dim a bit and looking reluctant, he releases Henry, grabbing my messenger bag from my shoulder and slinging it over his. 

"Where's your homeroom?" he demands, nostrils flaring, eyes darkening as he looks me over. 

"You shouldn't have done that," I'm bold enough to state. In one quick motion, I'm between him and my locker, he's pinning with his hips, hands on either side of my head. 

"No one fucks with you, got that? Now, homeroom," he says, nostrils flaring again, backing away from me. 

"Uh, 102,"

"Let's go,"

I realize that Zayne and Beau are behind me, both smirking. 

"He wasn't like this before," I mutter. Beau grins. "Oh he was, Ridge is the most loyal person I know, he just doesn't like people to know that," Zayne nods in agreement. 

After school, I meet Ridge outside, where he's tapping his foot impatiently, staring at his phone. "Hi," I say hesitantly. His head whirls around to glare at me. "Finally," he mutters.