Page 80 of Crew Princess
To his credit, a lot of the students seemed to move to mess with their phones. A couple showed him their screens. A few hesitated, and he seemed to sense who they were, zoning in on them. Pointing the horn at them, he barked, “If I see one of those online, I will find out who put it up, and trust me, I will destroy you. DELETE THE VIDEOS! NOW!”
He was seething, his chest rising up and down, and when a few didn’t run fast enough, he lunged at them. Sweeping the horn out and pressing the button again, he yelled, “Get the fuck in school! Now!”
“Yeah, Blaise.”
Another hurried off, running for the door. “Sorry, Blaise. Sorry, man.”
A few of Zeke’s guys were still there, and the one Cross was holding jerked away. Cross shoved him for good measure. Zellman was interlocked with another guy, and they pushed at each other to get away. Jordan stepped in front of me, Cross closing in on the other side as a shield.
Blaise scanned the ground. Three guys had been knocked out, and another two were trying to stand up, bleeding from their faces.
Blaise shook his head. “Are you fucking serious? This shit?” Then he swung his gaze around, finding Jordan. “You come over here to start a fight with us? You know who we are? HUH?”
I went ramrod straight. This guy…
Cross erupted with his own savage growl and took two quick steps to push into his space. He got right in his face. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you not know whoweare?”
Blaise got a good look at Cross and stumbled backward a step.
Cross was right with him, keeping pace. He was furious. “You know whoIam? You knowmyname?”
Holy. Fuck.
My jaw was on the ground, and I let out a breath to calm my sudden nerves.
Jordan reached back, his hand finding my shoulder. He spoke quietly, “We got him. Don’t worry.”
“Get gone.” Zellman kicked at the air, near one of the guys still on his knees. He flung a hand out. “Take your pals and don’t fuck with us again.”
He was scanning the rest of the guys, and I knew who he was looking for: Sunday’s baby daddy. I didn’t know who to be more worried about, Zellman or Cross.
Jordan squeezed my shoulder. “I got Z. You take Cross.”
Decision made. I stepped forward, pulling the ball cap even lower.
At first glance, Blaise DeVroe was another golden boy. Classic handsome features, high cheekbones, square jawline. Blaise’s face was leaner than Cross’. His nose was a tiny bit bigger, and he had a rounder forehead. His hair was a little lighter than Cross’ but the undertones were caramel brown. Cross’ hair was just lighter from the sun. Cross was taller, but Blaise had broader and rounder shoulders. Cross was leaner than Blaise.
The eyes were different.
Cross had tawny hazel eyes, which made everyone take a second, third, and sometimes fourth look. Girls swooned for those eyes. Blaise had dark almond eyes, almost black.
But damn. Cross’ dad had some strong genes, that’s for sure.
“No, buddy.” Blaise got ahold of himself, his mouth snapping shut, and his eyes flashed. He stepped right back at Cross, angling his head to try to look down on Cross. “I don’t know you, actually. I’m new this year.”
“You don’t act like you’re new. You act like you have weight to throw around here.”
Blaise grunted. He was preparing for a fight, but everyone knew that had passed. “I’m here to help out my best friend.”
“Your best friend?” Cross’ eyes were cold, his tone even chillier. “There ain’t no best friends here. Walk, pal. Walk back into that school.”
“Not without Zeke.”
“The fuck?” Jordan and Zellman moved to my side.
“Allen is your best friend?” Jordan asked.
Zellman scratched behind his ear. “This is the guy, right? Cross?”
