Chapter 6 Chapter 6

Skylar

It was one of those moments when I gave those hilarious laughs once more; after all, it was far better than crying, which was the impulse I had presently because how and why would Troy need me for such a crime?

I thought when he had stepped up to save me that I had met my knight in shining armor, but right now I think Troy was the one in need of saving, and not the other way round.

Then a thought buzzed in my head, odd as it may be but obviously the right thing to think.

Handing him to the FBI

But wouldn't that be a cruel thing to do, I thought to myself? Even if he were to be caught, why should I be the one giving him away?

Just when I managed to get all my things together, I rose to my full length, five feet four, adjusted my glasses, and looked him straight in the eyes.

But the words wouldn't come out; disappointment spread wide over my cheeks, and I shook my head side to side, utterly disgusted, before turning to leave.

“You are just leaving?” he asked in a stern tone, and I turned to face him. By now another muscle was visible in his jaw, and I could tell he was furious.

“Yeah, it's your problem; fix it.” I snapped, more annoyed that he wanted me to clean up after his mess. “Fucking psychos,” I cursed as I walked towards the door.

Just as I was about to pull the doorknob and as unexpectedly as ever, he held onto my wrist, and truthfully, I felt it. The adrenaline shot for, like, the second time today, and this time it didn't just go through my body; it resonated like those metallic Chinese gongs we watched in movies used to send danger warnings.

I pulled my hand away immediately, so fast you would think I got an electric shock. Yeah, that was partly Troy’s effect.

“This was supposed to be a deal. ”,

“I am done making deals with you, Fisher; you might as well tell the whole school that we were playing pretend. ”,

“All this for what, exactly???” He asked dumbfounded, which only helped to ignite my anger. For God's sake, was he fucking daft? Was I supposed to chop off his head and loosen the screw that made up his brain?

I inhaled roughly to steady myself and my uprising anger, but that also wasn’t happening.

This time around I wasn't going to mince words, not even for a second. “You know, I thought you were better. For a second I thought you were, but right now, I can't help but feel disgusted at you, and you know why? Because you are a fucking scam, a screwed-up idiot hiding behind his fame and tainted reputation”

Now his face blanched, those emerald eyes dropped its hazel, his pupils dilated, and his lips formed a thin line as his cheekbones became more visible.

He opened his eyes to say something but closed them on his own accord, and I just rolled my eyes at him, believing he was going to defend himself.

“That is more like it.” I muttered, leaving the locker room.

The cool air slapped my cheeks; tendrils of hair kept falling across my face.

I just knew it, deep down, that today was a hell of a day, and funny enough, my life was going to change; nothing was ever going to be the same.

Leo wouldn't look at me better than he already did. I still felt something for him, but that didn't mean he hadn't hurt me, and what had I done? I had transferred the aggression onto Troy. That wasn't nice

But he had scared me more than anyone had ever done. I couldn't believe he was so fucked as to enter bets, and the most incredulous part was that he was involved with one of such a level that could clearly land him years in prison…not one, not two but more.

I pulled out my phone, but there was no network; the weather was foggy, and I guessed it was going to rain, and with the percentage at a five, the only option was to sit out the rain in school.

Leo was supposed to take me home, but with the uproar today, I knew I was going to get accustomed to taking the bus.

Maybe if I waited for some time, Mom would notice my absence and come looking for me.

I sensed I wasn't alone on the parkway, not that I was supposed to be; the students were mostly home by now, and just a few cars remained.

His aura was magnetic, undeniable, and alluring. I tried turning to explain to him that I wasn’t here for his games, not anymore.

If he needed redemption so bad, he could go to rehab or just turn himself in and go to jail. But my thoughts—they couldn't be outstretched as he held my arms, dragging me forcefully.

“Get away from me, psycho maniac,” I yelled, my voice loud, and I pulled against him, but he was stronger. He said nothing as I fought against him, but I didn't expect him to.

He was so perfectly sculpted, and those muscles—I wondered what business I had against it. Not only was I petite, but for Christ's sake, I had an imbalance with anything defense and fighting.

And he was way taller, so tall I had to imagine how weird it was when we kissed.

“I am going to sue you.” I threatened him, trying to get a reaction from him. When he showed nothing but indifference on his face, I got really worried. Troy wasn't like this. Or was this the part of him no one knew, the one that never surfaced on the rink, the one hidden from the media, the bad boy everyone hinted at? Everyone but me, because deep down I just didn't know why my instinct kept telling me that they were wrong, that they didn't know him too well, not like I did, that Troy would always be Troy, the boy I grew up with before life happened.

“Get on,” he commanded, and I stared at him as I tried adjusting my cardigan and dusting off the wrinkles on my jeans.

“You can't be serious,” I threw back, furious and agitated. “Who are you to order me around? ”,

“Then you leave me no choice,” and that was it. He lifted me in his arms as I struggled once more, but those eyes… they penetrated through me as though they could see my soul, and I stopped.

I stared at him furiously. In my mind, I had this wildest imagination that he was going

to kiss me, and sure as hell, I was ready to slap him senseless if he tried.