Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 567 – The Price I Paid. (Beatrice)
“Is that the girl who threw the can at you?” the tall one gestured towards the other tall one, causing me to gulp.
“Mom! We need to leave,” I seized my mother’s arm, attempting to drag her away from me. It was then that I recognized the tall guy with gray eyes. He was the guy from the ice cream parlor. No wonder he turned heads that day. He was so incredibly handsome. Not to mention, the others were equally as handsome as him.
I really wanted to meet the parents who produced such a handsome set of twins. But right now, I was under the scrutiny of their harsh gaze.
“Your daughter struck my brother,” the ice cream parlor guy stepped forward, speaking in his elegantly majestic tone.
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“And then she didn’t even answer the door,” the one with slightly long hair on his neck added. He was the guy I saw with the movers the other day. His blue eyes were enchanting, but then his jawline and strong neck made me gulp. He was muscular too, more than the rest of his brothers.
“It was a mistake. She didn’t mean to hit anyone, and you shouldn’t have been at my door at that hour of the night, terrorizing a teen like that,” my mother hesitantly defended me when the guy pointed at the bump on his forehead.
“Really? So, you’re the one wh—” as the ice cream parlor guy started to speak again, my mother showed him her palm and silenced him in shock.
“I was here to talk about the trash thing, and you’re going back to the topic of my daughter? I’m not interested. Let’s go, Beatrice,” as soon as my mother said my name and held my hand, the angry guy who had just been interrupted turned to his brothers, and they all began to stare at me as if they knew me or something.
But soon, their glares turned towards me.
Thankfully, my mom didn’t stick around, or else they would have directly confronted me, and I didn’t think I had an excuse for my behavior at that point.
“Thank goodness you defended me,” I said as I re¬entered the apartment.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not angry with you for throwing that can. What if it hit him in the eye? Not that leaving a bump on his forehead is not wrong, but don’t act like that again,” she hissed at me, shaking her head in disapproval.
“I get it. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything like that again. I was just angry,” I sheepishly looked away before my mom dismissed me with a hand gesture. That day didn’t start well, but I had no idea how the rest of the day was going to be as I prepared for school, wearing a gray sweater over a white shirt and blue jeans. I had to walk my way to school every day, but it didn’t bother me as long as I didn’t have anyone following me, which had happened a few times when the bullies had too much time on their hands.
The first few classes were really boring that day as well. With Gloria not being present, I didn’t have anyone to talk to. And then the break time rolled around, and that’s when I used to get bullied the most. But weirdly enough, until that part of the day, nobody had made any comments towards me or tried to bother me.
“Hey, Beatrice! Balinda has been waiting for you in the cafe,” a girl I knew to be the queen bee Balinda’ s right-hand approached me and gently nudged my arm.
“Balinda wants to see me?” I frowned, obviously in shock.
“What for?” I proceeded to ask.
“It’s just that she wants to speak to you about the party last night. She was feeling bad when she heard somebody tried harassing a girl from our school,” the girl gave me a very sad look.
I stared at her for a moment and then wondered if that was where they drew the line. They bullied others, but for some older college guy to come and harass their fellows was the limit they never wanted anyone to cross?
“That’s sweet of her,” I commented with a mild smile covering my l*ips.
“She wants to speak to you,” she repeated herself and this time, even held my arm and made me follow her.
I wanted to protest as her feeling bad for me was enough, but she kept dragging me to Balinda. Once I was in the cafeteria, I watched everyone gather around Balinda, who looked at me and then passed me a very sad smile.
“Beatrice, come here!” she pulled her hand out for me, making me suspiciously get closer to her and accept her hand.
“I heard what happened,” she sighed, making me sit down and stand beside me. I began to look around in worry. Why was everyone standing around with the same sad smile on their l*ips?
“What is going on over here?” It wasn’t long before I started to panic. The way their smiles turned into evil smirks and their hands were behind their backs gave me the impression that I had made a big mistake by following the girl to the cafe.
Balinda looked at everyone before suddenly grasping a chunk of my hair on my head and shoving my neck back, making me yelp and my eyes water.
“You piece of s*hit, you tried to get Ronnie’s attention last night, didn’t you?” she screamed in my face while the others began to call me slurs.
“You think just because he swerved your musty little a*ss, he’s all yours? Why the hell did you accept his offer to drop you home?” she was hunched over me and yanking my head.
“Let go of me, enough is enough!” I screamed back and pushed her away, making her almost trip and gasp in shock.
“How dare you!” as the others yelped too, as if by defending myself, I had committed the biggest crime, she rose to new levels of anger and lunged at me with a bottle of juice. That’s when I realized that everyone had some food items behind their backs that they started to throw at me now.