Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER FORTY | Draven Aldridge
"YOU KNOW the guy, Savannah?" Sebastion jerked his head in the direction of the said guy. The supposed hotshot CEO of an E-commerce company and the youngest billionaire to ever exist. He was a criminal?
"Not worth my time," I told him honestly, noticing a slight change in his tone when he questioned me.
Draven Aldridge' gaze was fixated on me curiously, his red coils wet with sweat. I could see few blood spots on shirt but they were doing a good job by merging into his dark blue shirt and securing his position in front of the officers.
"Princess," he mouthed playfully. "Nice seeing you here, Jackson Heiress."
Then he proceeded to ridicule me by giving me a stage bow. I made sure that my palm was covering my face. I had Anton in my life. I didn't need another Anton in my life. Sebastian's legs gently met with mine, basking my entire self in comfort and fuzziness.
I bared my teeth into a sneer as I glared down at him. "I don't know you."
Sherrif huffed before grabbing him from his collars and tugging him towards the nearest cell, two more officers tagging behind them as if he was some high end criminal here. I was the only criminal here.
"You do know each other," I heard Sebastian utter this in a clipped tone, tilting his head away from me. I noticed how his legs were still against mine. Wow. The fucker was jealous. Cute.
I couldn't help but smile generously before lolling his face back to me by digging my nails into his chin. Leaning forward, I allowed myself to be a petty little bitch and provoke his jealousy further.
"Draven Aldridge. A great friend of my father's."
Sebastian's eyes darkened ten folds, arms still crossed against his chest. He ran a hand through to his hair, refusing to look me in the eyes.
"Now that you've seen how it's like to be in control of everything around you, Sebastian, are you craving for it now? Power. You want to hold it against me, don't you? You want to wear a placard of alpha male around you like a noose until you die, huh? Because, I don't know, did it make you feel better about yourself or was it like, finalling finding a lost piece of yourself? Jealousy, over protective vibes with a tinge of possessiveness. No. They're all the same. Men."
The darkened look in his eyes faded, jaws gaping open like a goldfish.
With that being said, I pushed back my chair to get up. I heard his chair being dragged against the floor but I was out of the station before I could hear him yelling my name. The designer dress on me had been reduced to dirt, the bottom of it was smudged with grease and tears.
