“ - Hey, is everything okay? asked Ant, who wasn't used to seeing me so calm.
- Where is this Felicity Roadfield? I simply said.
5
FELICITY
“ He'll never forgive me, will he? I sobbed desperately, letting Kira and Alice console me.
- I don't know. You've known him longer than we have. What kind of guy is Ryo?” Alice tried to understand.
- Cruel? Spiteful? Unable to forgive? Vindictive? Enigmatic? Sneaky? I let out a sarcastic sigh, distressed as can be, because I knew that every adjective I had used described him perfectly.
- Aren't you a little too prejudiced against him? I don't think he's that bad,” Kira tried to calm me down.
I didn't have time to answer her when we heard a loud knock on the door.
Alice opened the door and Ryo and Easton burst into the room.
“ I will kill you! Do you understand me? You're dead!” attacked Ryo coming towards me and risking to fall despite the crutch that helped him to walk. Luckily, Easton had a firm grip on him. I'm going to slash you!
“ - I'm sorry. Really, I whispered, overwhelmed with guilt and intimidated by those dark eyes that looked like they could kill with a glance.
- Sorry for what? You fucking made me crash like a moron! But most of all you ruined my beloved bike! I demand you buy it back from me!
- I'm sorry, I don't have any money... If I get a job, I could give you...
- I want it now!
- Sorry, Ryo, but you're not poor. I don't see why you can't buy another motorcycle on your own, Alice interjected cheekily.
- I can't because that bitch called my grandfather and cut me off!
- I beg your pardon. I thought I was doing something good, I said.
- I don't give a shit about your fucking apology! You... You...” he growled angrily. But I burst into tears. It seemed I hadn't done the right thing and I didn't know how to make it up to him.
“ And don't try to cry!
- You'll never forgive me, will you? I whispered in a broken voice.
- Never... Unless you really show me that you want to be forgiven.
- How?
- Surprise me,” he said curtly before turning and walking away.
6
RYO
“ Damn, that girl is choking on guilt and you slaughtered her. You're such an asshole, Logan said when we were done taking my stuff to Easton's room instead of his. Even though I wasn't convinced, I finally gave in and moved into this little room I would be sharing with one of my best friends for the next few months.
- Shut up, gigolo, I insulted him, made nervous by the pain in my shoulder and the fact that he was defending the one who was the source of all my misfortunes.
- Double asshole, he sighed bitterly as he threw himself on Easton's bed.
- Instead of wasting time with this bullshit, we could think about how to help you for the courses, since the doctors told you to remain with rest for at least one week worried Ant while seizing the tablet where he preserved all types of information. And the ones he didn't have, he was hacking on the university's website. From what I've seen, if we put together my notes, Easton's notes, and the one whose name must not be spoken, we should be able to cover every course.
- If I were Felicity, I wouldn't help you after the way you treated her, Logan muttered before I could shut him up by throwing a pillow in his face.
- I'll take care of her. She's a friend of Alice's and I'll get her to help us, Easton interjected, immediately sending a message to his girlfriend based on the plan Ant had already prepared and sent to everyone.
- I don't give a shit about school, I exploded as the pain became more and more unbearable.
- If your grandfather hears you...
- My grandfather can go burn in hell!
The door to the room opened wide at the same moment.
"And I will go my dear grandson. But not before I set you straight, my grandfather said as he entered the room and took in every particle of air there was. I always felt this way with him: apneic, ready to die from his sharp eyes and despotic tone.
“ - Hello, Mr. Jackson, my friends exclaimed in unison, intimidated. They too had never managed to impose themselves in front of this powerful man who emanated power and destruction from every pore.
- Get out of here, he replied, and the room emptied in a second.
Cowards !
Dear Ryo, we're down to three with this latest bullshit, he began to torment me with his deep, threatening voice.
- You don't even ask me how I am?
- I've already spoken to your doctors and the hatred in your eyes tells me that you're not in enough pain to accept what I'm about to tell you without discussion.
- You can't command me.
- Are you sure?”
No, I wasn't. Even my father depended on him and would never do anything to upset him. He was too fragile and alone to fight such a stepfather. The only chance of survival was to distance himself.
I avoided him too. I hadn't told him about my accident because I didn't want to worry him, and I knew my grandfather wouldn't say anything because he took too much pleasure in being the one pulling the strings of his puppets.
“ You dropped field hockey and I didn't say anything. You got pulled over in a clandestine motorcycle race and I warned you that if I caught you again on any form of transportation, I would punish you. And now you've had an accident on that damn motorcycle, which I promptly wrecked before you could even think of getting it fixed.
- How dare you? I exploded, but he ignored me.
-I'm not done yet. I just told the bank to cancel your credit cards. From now on, you're poor, boy.
- How do I live?
- I already got you a job. You're going to work for the Jackson Company , just as soon as you get well.
- I'm not going to work for you!
- You will, or you can kiss this whole thing goodbye. Not to mention your klutz of a father...
- He's got nothing to do with this!
- I'll tell him about all the stupid things his son does.”
It was hard to swallow because even though I didn't have much of a relationship with my father, I didn't want to hurt him. He had already had enough problems with my mother, who had caused him to have a nervous breakdown.
“ You're a bastard, I snarled fiercely, but he laughed.
- Yes, I am, and remember that my blood runs through your veins too. There's a reason why a lot of people say we're so much alike.”
It was true. We had the same build and ebony eyes. My skin was more amber than his, which was dark, while his jet black hair was sprinkled with gray.
“ I want you to become a model student and stop being evil like your...mother was,” he added, stumbling over the last word. Talking about his daughter was like opening a bloody wound that would never heal.
He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned and walked away.
I threw myself onto the bed,