Page 120 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Yeah,” Oak agrees. “Family. So shall we go and find them, support them?”

“Yeah, let’s go find our girls,” Reese agrees, looking like an excited little puppy despite only waking up to Liv less than two hours ago.

I shake my head, but as much as I might want to laugh at them, I’m exactly the fucking same.

Hiking my rucksack onto my shoulder, I follow them out and across campus to where our girls are having breakfast.

Just like always, almost every single student in the vast dining hall turns our way as we enter.

It’s something that has become so normal to us now that I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when we embark on our new lives at uni.

Sure, we’re all set to join the Scions at SCU, but we’ll be at the bottom of the ladder. No one will give a shit about who we are until we prove ourselves.

Dread seeps through my muscles making each step forward harder than the last. I don’t want to go through all that again.

I should. I should be fired up for the challenge, be ready for the stupid tasks and initiation bullshit that Scott and his elders will have concocted in an attempt to put us in our place.

But I’m not. I just… I don’t care about any of it.

I want uni, sure. But I don’t want the games, the expectation, the pressure.

I just want to be with my girl.

I want us to have a place where we can spend our spare time together studying. I want to hang out with friends. I want… I want to be a normal student. I don’t want to be judged because of my surname.

I just want to be me.

Us.

The girl’s faces light up as we move closer, but while Abigail might smile brightly at me, it doesn’t meet her eyes and it only makes the dread coursing through me worse.

“Hey,” I say, dropping onto the seat beside her.

We’re still hiding our relationship, but honestly, it’s getting harder and harder to do.

“Hi, good session?” she asks as the others fall into conversation around us.

“Missed you,” I whisper, dropping my face closer to hers and studying her closely.

“Elliot,” she chuckles, but still, it’s not quite right.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my concern growing.

She smiles brighter, but it doesn’t cover the darkness lingering in her eyes. “Nothing. Everything is fine.”

I frown, searching her eyes for the truth.“My father… He hasn’t?—”

“No, Elliot. If he tries to contact me again, I’ll tell you,” she promises.

“Fuck,” I sigh, letting my head fall back. “I fucking hate this, Red.”

“It’ll all work out,” she says, sounding a lot more confident than I know she feels. “I refuse to let him win.”

“I love you,” I say under my breath so no one but her can hear the words.

“I love you too. You trust me, right?” she urges.

“You know I do.”

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