Page 36 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

The air between us is thick, charged with everything we still feel for each other and all the words we’re not saying.

It only takes about thirty seconds before it all becomes too much.

Her entire body tenses as the sound of my chair slides back. I hate it. I hate that she dreads having to talk to me so much she has such a visceral reaction.

I get to my feet, ready to march over to her when voices from the hallway fill the room. Before I’ve taken my first step, a group of students spill into the room, stopping me from going to her.

Every single set of eyes turns to me as I lower myself back into my chair. In contrast, not one person turns to look at Abigail. It’s like she’s invisible.

Just like she’s always tried to be.

As much as I love that I’ve seen snippets of the real girl behind the scars, it kills me that no one else knows how incredible she is.

Only a few minutes later, the room is full of students. We might still have a whole day and a half left of the week, and our exams might be approaching faster than most of us are ready for but that doesn’t stop everyone around me from forgetting about reality and focusing on their weekend plans.

We’re having a party tomorrow night. It’s been a few weeks and apparently, there’s been talk about the Heirs losing their edge. Total fucking bullshit. So in order to quash any rumours and assert our authority before we’re forced to hand the key over to the next generation, we’ve got to give the people what they want.

A kick-arse fucking party.

Not so long ago, I’d have been all over it.Now though… Honestly, I can’t think of anything worse. The only thing that could make the night bearable would be if Abigail was there. But I already know that’s a long shot.

The girls might try and convince her, but I’m not sure anything they could say would make her agree.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Reese barks at Olivia as I lower my tray to the table we all usually sit at.

It hasn’t been the case this week.

It’s like someone has turned back the clock. The boys and I have been sitting here, holding court in the dinner hall while the girls sit elsewhere with Abigail.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they're putting her needs over those of their demanding boyfriends. I just fucking wish they’d all come and sit here with us.The second the Heir chasers got a whiff of something being off with their blossoming relationships, they descended like a swarm of gnats.

We used to love that shit. Every single day we used to lap up their attention, and demand more even.Now, their behaviour and desperation are just a turn-off. Not a single one of them sparks any kind of interest in me.

It got so bad yesterday, I actually broached the subject of us eating in the private room we have access to, should we want it just to get away with it all. But predictably, like the pussy-whipped motherfuckers they are, the guys refused to leave their girls.

I got it. I didn’t want to walk away from Abigail either. But something told me she’d probably relax better and eat properly if I did.

It’s a bitter fucking pill to swallow.

“I mean,” Olivia says, placing her hand on her waist and popping her hip. “We aren’t coming to your party.”

“B-but you have to come,” Reese stutters in utter shock.

“Umm… No actually, I don’t think we do.”

“You do,” Oak pipes up. “You’re our girls. It’s your job to be there.”

Olivia’s eyes almost hit the ceiling. “Our job?”

“You’re a part of us now, babe,” Reese explains as if she doesn’t know exactly what he’s referring to. “Your presence will be expected.”

She rolls her eyes. “Your loyal subjects will get over it,” she teases.

“What are you doing instead?” I ask, already suspecting where this is going.

She turns to me looking somewhat relieved I asked a serious question. “Girls’ night. Abi deserves it, don’t you think?”

My heart aches getting the confirmation I was expecting. Abigail won’t be at the Chapel tomorrow night.

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