Broken kingdom

Chapter 6 Bianca

I toss and turn in the twin-size bed in my dorm room, trying my hardest to fall asleep…but it’s pointless. 

My mind keeps firing off questions I don’t have the answers for, refusing to settle down. 

This whole time I thought Hayley was driving the car I was in during the accident…but as it turns out, it was this Oakley guy. 

A guy I can’t recall ever meeting before today. 

And given I have no memory of him…I’m not sure why I was with him in the car to begin with? 

I massage my pounding temples, but when that doesn’t help, I reach across my nightstand for the prescription bottle. 

Grabbing my water bottle next, I pop a capsule into my mouth and swallow. 

I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately due to anxiety, so my doctor prescribed me some pills to make it easier. 

Truth be told, I hate taking them because they make me feel like a zombie the next day, but I have a statistics quiz in the morning, and I need all the rest I can get. 

Rolling over in bed, I force my eyes to close. 

Because after I pass my quiz tomorrow… 

I have every intention of getting to the bottom of this.

Past…

I can feel him watching me. 

He’s liable to slit his throat before he’ll ever admit it…but every so often those gorgeous blue eyes slide my way. 

Even though I’m not the girl he’s supposed to be fixated on. 

That girl would be Morgan. 

As if on cue, her gaze joins his. 

No surprise there. My bitch is thirsty.

And he has no idea. 

Fighting back a smile, I lick my lips and adjust the strings to my black one-piece bathing suit. 

I’m seriously regretting not going with my orange bikini—Oakley’s favorite color—but I don’t like showing the scar on my lower stomach to many people. 

Besides, it’s a happy occasion since we’re supposed to be celebrating my birthday and all. 

Even though I don’t turn eighteen for another few days. 

However, Jace and Cole made plans with their girls, who happen to be besties—insert eye roll—to go on some kind of couples trip next week.

Which means I had to settle for a goddamn backyard BBQ pool party. 

Not that I’m bitter or anything. 

No, I’m fucking pissed. 

I’ve been waiting my whole life to turn eighteen and neither of them give a shit. 

Cole I’m not so angry at because his fiancée Sawyer is the closest thing I have to a real friend. But Jace?

I hate that bitch of his with a passion that’s out of this world. 

If she never led Liam—my brother who committed suicide…

Oh, I’m sorry. Did that little tidbit make you uncomfortable? 

Well, I suggest you buckle your seatbelt, honey. Because we haven’t even cracked the surface of my fucked-up life. 

Anyway, if Dylan had never led Liam on and agreed to go to the junior high dance with him the night he committed suicide, Liam might still be here. 

Needless to say, I’ll never forgive her. 

However, she makes Jace happy—sickeningly happy—so I dig deep and find a way to tolerate her most of the time. 

Because I’ll do anything for my brothers. 

Even when they’re royal douchebags. 

“Burgers and steaks are almost done,” Jace a

Narrowing my eyes, I clear my throat. Loudly. 

Smirking, Jace adds, “Including the birthday girl’s veggie burger.” 

“Well, wonders never cease,” I mutter. “For once you didn’t forget about me.” 

I’m happy for Jace and Cole, but it’s hard not being the main girl in their lives anymore. And by hard? I mean it hurts like hell. 

Jace frowns. “Bianc—”

I don’t get to hear the end of his sentence because someone turns the raft I was happily floating on over and I fall into the pool. 

Given I was unprepared, I get a mouthful of water and cough as I reach the surface. 

Immediately, I zero in on the assailant. Cole. 

Go freaking figure. He’s always pushing people’s buttons. 

Still coughing, I punch his throwing arm as hard as I can. “Dick.” 

He shrugs i

As much as I love him…there are times I hate him. 

Seriously fucking hate him. 

I’m wearing makeup for the same reason every other girl does. 

To look good enough to impress a stupid boy. 

A stupid boy who happens to be both my brothers’ best friend. 

A stupid boy who stole the thing beating in my chest with a single kiss. 

A stupid boy who claims he wants nothing to do with me. 

Even though we used to be friends. 

With an irritated grunt, I make my way toward the pool steps and march into the guesthouse. 

Otherwise known as Oakley’s home. 

Yeah, I know. Complicated. 

Take my word for it. There is nothing worse than knowing the one person you want, the one person you can’t have lives in your back yard. 

Part of me wants him to move out because the reminder sucks balls, but the bigger part of me—the dumb senseless part ruled by an even dumber organ—wants him to stay forever. 

Either way, the close proximity makes it easy to keep tabs on him. 

I’m closing the door to the bathroom when Morgan slips past it. 

I open my mouth to tell her to fuck off, but I can’t because she slams hers over mine. 

Fucking hell. Here we go. 

I’ve told her time and time again that if she wants to dine on my pussy and get me off that’s cool, but we’re not in a relationship. 

“I missed you,” she whispers. 

I roll my eyes so hard I swear I see my brain. 

“You saw me yesterday,” I remind her. 

Her face scrunches. “I saw you, but I didn’t really see you.” 

Oh, she means my cunt. “My brothers are right outside.” 

She attacks me with her lips again, only this time I open my mouth and let her tongue brush against mine before I pull away.

Because the more she wants me…the less she wants him. 

“I’ll be quick. Promise.” 

“You have five minutes,” I agree. “And since it’s my birthday, you better make it good.” 

Dropping to her knees, she moves the bottom of my bathing suit to the side. “Don’t worry, sexy. I got you.” 

A moment later she spears my pussy with her tongue. 

What started off as a way to manipulate her last year quickly turned into…well, this. 

Back when I was in tenth grade Morgan used to hate my guts. But then in typical me fashion, I took her spot as upcoming cheerleading captain and kicked her off my damn squad. 

Once my junior year and her senior year rolled around and she realized she was a nobody, she begged me to let her back on the squad. 

I told her if she was willing to do anything to earn her place she had to meet me at the marina at the stroke of midnight. 

I had every intention of fucking with her because I honestly didn’t think she’d agree to the terms, but Morgan surprised us both when her head dipped underneath my cheerleading skirt and she feasted on my freshly waxed hoo-ha like it was her last meal. 

Hell, the girl enjoyed it more than I did. And given how experienced she was, it was definitely not her first time eating some coochie.