Cruel prince

Chapter 8 Dylan

Past…

“I caught your boyfriend staring at Britney’s boobs in gym class today.” 

Given Britney’s the only girl in eighth-grade with double Ds, I’m not surprised. Especially since she loves showing them off in her tight, low-cut tops whenever the opportunity strikes. 

Rumor has it she set her sights on Jace and wants him to ask her to the upcoming end-of-the-year dance, but he told me he isn’t into her. 

My tormentor is going to have to try another tactic to get his attention. 

Swallowing my a

With his dark almond-shaped eyes, shiny black hair, and bronzed skin thanks to his half-Japanese, half-Brazilian descent—a lot of girls in my grade have huge crushes on him.  

But not me. 

The day he made fun of Jace’s younger brother, Liam—he officially became Jace’s arch-nemesis. 

Which automatically makes him mine, too. 

He grins. “He’s pla

Despite knowing better, my stomach drops. 

No matter how hard I try to push the newfound and intense feelings I’ve developed for Jace down…they aren’t going away. 

They’re only growing stronger. 

Averting my gaze, I continue organizing the stands in the band room closet. Mr. Rigo knows how much I love anything music related, so he usually lets me stay after rehearsal and clean up. 

“You must be lost, Tommy. Last I checked, after-school tutoring was held in the cafeteria.” 

Tommy is nice to look at, but he isn’t very bright. He struggles in almost all his classes and has been caught cheating on tests more than once.  

Brows furrowed; he crosses his arms. “Why are you always such a bitch to me?” 

He’s standing in front of the doorway, but I attempt to shove past him. “You know why.”

His hand wraps around my wrist. “Because your stupid boyfriend says you’re not allowed to talk to me?” Disgust sweeps over his face as he releases me. “Does he give you a treat after you roll over?” 

The jerk is way out of line. “Jace isn’t my boyfriend and I’m not his pet. The reason I don’t talk to you is because you’re an asshole.” 

He studies my face intently. “Have I ever been mean to you?” 

Tommy hasn’t, but it doesn’t matter. He’s mean to others. Particularly, Liam. 

From the moment Jace’s younger brother set foot inside our junior high school, he has been Tommy’s target. 

However, Liam is too shy and anxious to stand up for himself, and since his twin Cole isn’t the type to fight anyone else’s battles, it’s up to Jace to watch over him. 

“You’re mean to Liam.” 

Amusement lights up his features. “Don’t tell me you have the hots for the sss-stutterer.” 

I don’t, but as usual, Tommy is missing the point. “I’d rather spend a lifetime in a closet with him than five more seconds stuck here with you.” I bare my teeth. “Now get out of my way.” 

His eyes narrow as he steps aside and I maneuver past him. 

“Dylan, wait,” he huffs as I head for the exit. “I won’t make fun of History anymore.” 

History is the nickname Tommy coined for Jace’s brother. He tells everyone it’s because history always repeats itself…just like Liam does.

“Stop calling him that,” I hiss. 

“Okay.” 

I pause, unsure if I heard him correctly. “Really?” 

“If that’s what it will take for you to be cool with me.” He gives me a crooked smile. “I’ll even apologize.” 

I’m utterly dumbfounded. “You’re going to apologize to Liam?” 

A weird feeling crawls up my gut when he nods. Tommy doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to do something decent without wanting something in return. 

“Wh—”

“Like I said before.” He moves uncomfortably close. “If you’re nice to me…I’ll be nice to him. Got it?” 

I swallow hard. The subtext is loud and clear—I just don’t understand why. I’ve spent most of my life avoiding him rather than engaging with him. 

“What’s your deal, Tommy? Why do you want to be friends with me so bad?” 

His gaze drops to my lips. “Has he ever kissed you?” 

Only in my dreams. 

My cheeks grow hot and I shove him away. “That’s none of your business.” 

Tommy laughs as he walks to the door. “See you around.”

“Tommy DaSilva told me he’s going to apologize to Liam.” 

I’ve been at Jace’s house for the better part of an hour now, mulling over when I should bring up my after-school encounter with his rival. 

Me losing the stupid zombie battle game yet again seems like a good time. 

Jace’s fingers freeze on the controller briefly before he presses pause. “When did you talk to Tommy?” 

“Today…” I swallow hard. “After school.” 

I’m not Jace’s pet like Tommy implied…but there’s no denying the intrinsic sense of loyalty I have to him. However, that loyalty goes both ways. Jace is always there for me whenever I need him. 

“Well, after band practice,” I clarify. 

I’m not sure what to make of his expression. We’re opposites that way. While I’m an open book—Jace wears a mask made of steel.  

It matches the force field surrounding him. 

The one I still can’t penetrate, even though we’ve been thick as thieves for over two years now.

His expression remains neutral, but the suspicion is practically coming off him in waves. “Tommy isn’t in band.”

 Seeing as I have nothing to hide, I have no problem telling him the truth. But I need to tread carefully since I don’t want to make their ongoing feud worse. 

“I know. I stayed after to clean up, and he ended up joining me in the closet.”

Those dark eyes practically burn right through me. “So, you two made plans to hang out alone in a closet together?”

It feels like a stone is trapped inside my throat. “No. It wasn’t like that. I’m not…we didn’t make plans to hang out. I don’t like Tommy.” 

How could I when Jace holds my heart in the palm of his hand?

“Then why were you two alone in a closet…talking about my brother?” 

Oh, God. I know he’s protective of his siblings, but Jace is acting like I committed treachery. 

“Look, whatever you’re thinking, stop. I was organizing music stands in the closet by myself when Tommy approached me. I tried to leave, but he was standing in front of the door—”

“What?” The veins in his forearms bulge as his hands ball into fists. “He trap—”

“No. Can you let me finish?”

As much as I enjoy the protective side of Jace, I don’t want him to go after Tommy. The jerk finally agreed to stop making fun of Liam. Plus Jace has already been suspended once this year for beating Tommy to a bloody pulp.

That impermeable mask he wears slips into place again as he lays the controller on the floor beside him. “Go ahead.” 

I pick at a piece of lint on my jeans. “Tommy wanted to know why I was mean to him, and I told him it was because he made fun of Liam all the time and I didn’t like it.” I look up at Jace. “When I started to leave, he said he’d be nicer to Liam. He even offered to apologize.” 

His jaw works. “That doesn’t sound like Tommy.” 

“I know. I thought the same thing. But when I asked him about his sudden change of heart, he said he wanted us to be cool.” I shrug. “I think he’s tired of being a jerk all the time and needs a friend.” 

I’m not brave enough to mention the part about him wanting to know if Jace ever kissed me.