Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 569 – The Royal Douchebags (Beatrice)
“Get off me,” I yelled, moving my hands around and trying to push away whoever was getting too close, but they were coming at me from all angles.
“Do you think you can have him? Do you think you can play the damsel in distress and he’ll fall for you?” Balinda leaned in close, her grip t*ight on a chunk of my hair, whispering into my ear before finally letting go. My outfit was drenched in sauces, and my arms were scratched up. It made sense now. I should have known she would not let this pass. Ronnie was her best friend and some even said that she had a crush on him. Why would she sympathize with someone who Ronnie had defended? She would absolutely hate that person, in my case, it was me. She hated me now.
Finally, I managed to rise from my seat, pushing through the crowd as I made my way to the exit.
Once outside, I began to p*ant and hyperventilate, my mind blocked from overthinking and my vision blurred by tears. I had no d*esire to return for the rest of the periods. As rain began to fall, I stomped through the mud, sprinting to my apartment with tears streaming down my cheeks.
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I despised these people with all my might. These bullies didn’t care about anyone else’s life or emotions; they were selfish and only cared about themselves.
I ran like a headless chicken until I forgot I was on the road, and a car honked at me. Completely drenched, I stopped and screamed, “Ahhh!” My heart raced as the car came to a halt just before hitting me. Sniffling, I watched as the car steadied, trying to calm my breaths. The rain suddenly began to ease, almost as if…
The car door swung open, and a guy in a black suit stepped out, holding an umbrella even though the rain had slowed down.
This was the guy from the ice cream parlor. He furrowed his thick eyebrows at me, and following him from the passenger side was the other brother. “Look who almost bumped into our car, Helel,” the guy with the umbrella said, while the muscular, long-curly-haired guy beside him scoffed. He didn’t bother holding an umbrella over his head; the rain had almost stopped, so I guess there was no need anyway. Still breathing loudly, I stared at them as the one called Helel shook his head, almost laughing at me.
“And she’s the same one whose mother accused us of throwing trash in front of her apartment,” Helel mocked, remembering my mother’s accusation of the apartment being ‘ours.’
“Isn’t that so, Maddox?” Helel continued, calling out for the third brother, who jumped out from the backseat and started laughing until he suddenly seemed to recall something.
“And she hit Zane, didn’t she?” As soon as he mentioned the last brother, the door opened, and it felt like my soul left my body.
The second tall guy emerged from the car, narrowing his eyes at my face, his gaze deep.
“Akin! Why do you think she was jumping in front of our car?” Zane asked his brother with the umbrella.
“I think she wants attention or maybe trouble,” Akin replied, finally giving a name to the ice cream guy.
I watched them all in silence before shaking my head to snap myself out of the trance-like state.
“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I mumbled, trying to look down, but their chuckling made me raise my head again.
“Or where you were throwing. It’s always one thing or another with girls like you,” Maddox rolled his eyes, placing me in some sort of category.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes and try to calm myself down before responding in a way that might hurt their egos.
“I’ll get going now,” I uttered, stepping aside, but they weren’t finished yet.
“Do you think there will be no consequences for attacking me?” Zane called after me. Ever since they were introduced to me, something very odd was happening to me. I felt like my heart was skipping beats, and their presence only made matters worse.
“So what do you want to do? Hang me in public for throwing a soda can at the most deserving douchebag?” Finally, something snapped inside me. Probably the anger from the bullying and my hard, miserable life’s torture, and I could no longer pretend I was fine.
As I turned to glare at them, I realized I should have kept my m*outh shut.
“That’s it. This b*itch is going down today,” Maddox hissed, and as soon as he took a step towards me, Helel pulled his arm and stopped him in his tracks. “We’re not going to stoop to her level. Middle-class people like her want our reactions so they can play victim later and get money out of us,” Helel’s words were filled with judgment, and it was obvious he was looking down on me.
“It’s not like she’s living a good life. Let her be,” Akin told his brothers, then closed his umbrella and slipped inside the car.
Helel gave me one last judgmental glare before stepping into his vehicle. Following him was Maddox, and the last one stood tall, his eyes narrowed at me as if he would devour me alive.
“We’ll meet soon,” Zane m*outhed, finally breaking a smirk and joining his brothers. Akin drove the car so fast that I jumped to the side in fear of being run over. Once I made sure they were far gone and no one could hear me or witness my reaction, I stomped my foot and yelled, “Freaking assholes! I’m not scared of you. You think-,” I abruptly paused when I remembered I wasn’t supposed to mess with them.
Defeated, I continued my journey back home on foot. By the time I arrived home, the brothers had parked their car in front of their mansion, and two of them were sitting outside on their impeccable decks, drinking beers.
Maddox and Zane!
“Oh, look! The rag doll is home,” I heard Maddox comment and avoided him. I just knew it was going to be hell living in my apartment now.