It all started with a game

Chapter 6.2

I looked away, refusing to admit that he was right. She would never believe me, no matter how many times I tried to tell her all the things Kavinski did, she would never believe me. He will always be the golden boy and I will always be my fathers kid.

Kavinski leaned back, crossing his arms. "I mean really, let's face it. I will always be the child she wanted and you will always be her reminder of the past."

"You're not the child she wanted!" I spat, leaning in closer. "You were an accident, never supposed to happen. You think she wanted you? You were the reason she got caught, you were the reason he died."

Beatrice stood in the doorway, clearly having heard the ends of my sentence.

I scoffed, tearing a hand through my hair. Of course that's all she heard, because why would she hear anything else? Why would she hear a single thing Kavinski said? I already knew what she was picturing. I'm the big evil wolf who picks on poor little pig and won't cut him a break. I'm the bad guy, always.

I waited for her to give me the look, the same look I always received, the look as if to say 'I can't believe this is who you really are', the look of fear, but...she didn't. She stared at me, her face entirely blank and then she did the strangest thing, she sat down next to me. And I mean literally next to me, there was no chair beside me for her to sit in. She took a seat on the floor beside me without a second thought as though it were the most natural thing in the entire world. She didn't say a word, staring aimlessly at the wall as she picked at the edges of her skin, needing to find something to do with herself.

I looked around for her signature book that she carried around everywhere with her but it was nowhere to be found.

I rummaged through my bag, pulling out the sucky English book we were being forced to read. I had a test over the first five chapters but clearly that wasn't going to happen anymore seeing as I wouldn't be present for it. I had attempted to read the book, falling asleep after the first two pages. I am never picking that thing up again, I'll read online summaries if I have to in order to pass that class. Cheating is about the only reason I made it to AP English in the first place.

I passed the book over to her, figuring it would give her something to distract her. If she was as worried about her parent coming as I was, she'll need it.

She smiled, taking the book from me without hesitation. She flipped it open to chapter six, burying her nose in it. I laughed. She looked perfectly content and innocent like that, you would have never guessed that she just beat a girl's face in the pavement.

And for a second, just a second, I almost forgot my mother was about to barge into the room, furious. But clearly no matter how much I tried to avoid it, the inevitable had to happen.

She barged into the room like she owned the place, most likely because she did. I didn't dare meet her eyes, not at all wanting to see the anger that was just waiting to greet me. "What is the meaning of this?"

The question was directed towards me but Kavinski had no problem answering. "Why don't you ask Ryder's little girlfriend?"

My jaw clenched.

"Girlfriend?" My mother raised her eyebrow.

Meanwhile, the girl in question was sitting beside me with her head in a book, not even realizing what was going on around her, too enthralled by her—well I guess my—book.

"She's not my—" I started.

He didn't even let me get the sentence out. "Oh really? That's not what you were saying the other night? You know, the one where you punched me without any reason."