Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 28

Suri Nightingale

I want to bury myself underground. No, scratch that. I want to disappear into thin air, never to be seen again.

I don't know how this happened, but at the same time, I do, and of freaking course it involves Keith, their not-so-father. It's obvious he's hoping that I bond with his sons and get closer to them, not knowing that by sort of continuously shoving me into their throats, they'll hate me even more. Atlas gives me a one over before looking away like he's had enough of me. Wes merely rolls his eyes at me. Dev, at least, gives me a small smile, but it's obvious he's also trying to keep his distance. I'm not sure if it's because of his brothers or Destiny. I have yet to figure that out.

Meanwhile, I keep glancing over to the other table where my newfound friends are sitting comfortably with each other. They give me a quick wave that also has the message - we're so sorry you're stuck with the little devils, but we can't do anything but pray for you. I thought to myself, that's where I should be, but nope, Keith Whitford decided that I would be better off with the Wolfe brothers because one, my math grades are the lowest, and two, theirs are the highest. Shocking, I know.

But that's what the math teacher said before he had me move from my seat with Polly to the four-seater table with the brothers.

Thus, it began.

"Stop playing with your pencil, meat. It's distracting." Wes sounded off as his blue eyes glared at me coldly.

Normally, I wouldn't have a problem following him, but today I wanted to test his patience. Especially because he just called me 'meat'-Atlas' annoying nickname for me-which is just utterly insulting.

"What's distracting is you constantly eye-f*****g the two girls in front of you. Stop pretending you're actually listening when I'm sure your head is just filled with lustful thoughts."

It felt good saying that, but that feeling doesn't last for more than two seconds when I catch three pairs of eyes staring at me all for different reasons.

Wes is pissed off. I can't really see Dev's whole face since he's at the front, but I could tell by the way his face is angled to the side that he was shocked by my comment, but amused at it too. And Atlas just looks like he's waiting to see what Wes is going to do to me and then he can be amused, too. Entertained, even.

A*****e.

Wes is obviously trying to control himself now. His breathing has become heavy and, for some reason, I feel like his light blue eyes are... darkening? Is that even possible?

I don't get to think much about it because the next thing I know, Wes has slid his chair closer to me-he's sitting on my right side-and has made sure to eliminate as much distance as possible from each other without looking too obvious in the class. What the hell is he planning?

"Lustful thoughts, huh?" He whispered, making sure nobody else could hear him but me.

I stiffened up, suddenly regretting talking back at him. If I had known he would have had the guts to do something like this with everyone here, I definitely wouldn't have said anything, but it was too late now.

Oh, shit.

I suddenly sensed movement underneath the table and a millisecond later, I felt something warm on my thigh.

The sudden contact makes me jump from my seat, making all the students and the teacher turn to me with confused expressions.

"Suri? Is something wrong?" He asked and I quickly shook my head, trying my best to mask my face that was turning red.

"No, no, sorry. I... got a leg cramp, but it's fine now. I'm sorry." I apologized and quickly sat back down, making sure to slightly move my chair even further away from Wes.

The only problem with that is I don't really have much space because the one on my left is Atlas, and he might even be worse.

I heard a small snicker come from his side. Did I say he might be worse? Yeah, no, he's definitely the worst. He is such a prick.

I'm just desperately hoping time will go faster at this point so that I can get out of this classroom and away from the brothers. Lord knows how much I needed that.

But instead of the freedom I was craving, I in turn got chained in the form of Wes' finger playing with a lock of my hair.

"Now where was I again? Oh, right. Lustful thoughts." He smirked and I felt goosebumps travel all over my body.

His finger moves from my hair and then I can feel his warm touch skating down my neck, tracing my collarbone, and all I can do is sit there with every limb of mine frozen.

Am I scared? Am I turned on? I have no freaking idea. My mind and my body are both confused right now.

"I could go down even further. Feel my fingers trailing down to your chest, your stomach, until I reach your hips and then I'll move underneath your skirt. I'll tuck your panties to the side to give me space and then, right here, I'll put my finger inside of you. In, out, in, out. I'll make you come so hard your juices will drip from your seat. All that and nobody would even know." His finger is moving from my collarbone and seconds from now, he's going to reach my chest.

Oh my god, is he actually going to touch me here?!

"Unless, of course, you want them to know." Wes added before I felt his tongue touch the tip of my ear and that was the time my body was finally able to break free from its frozen state.

But before I could retaliate, somebody else had gotten ahead of me.

"That's enough." The steely voice broke through the thick air and all of a sudden, a hand came up in front of me before practically swatting away Wes'.

"What the hell, Atlas?!" Wes whispered-shouted back at the man on my left, his eyes narrowed at him in disdain.

"Fuck off and listen," was all Atlas said before he turned back to face upfront and that was all he needed to do for Wes to get the message - the conversation was over.

My breathing was still heavy and my heart was still thumping in my chest. I have no idea what the hell just happened.

Well, I do, but at the same time, I don't fully understand it.

I looked around the room and nobody seemed to have noticed anything. Just like in literature class, everybody was paying attention to the teacher as if their life depended on it. I've never seen so many teenagers be so into math.

Devon, too. He's seated further from me and now he's got his back fully turned away so I couldn't tell if he knew what had happened. I really hope he didn't, because then it would be less shameful and, as well as there being a reason as to why he wasn't the one that stopped Wes from what he was trying to do.

As unbelievable as it seemed, Atlas was the one that stopped him.

The guy that hated my guts. The guy that was hellbent on kicking me out. The guy that I was sure would enjoy watching me be tormented instead of being the one to stop it.

Why did he do it? I don't know, but I was feeling something odd brewing in my stomach. Something like... thankfulness. Huh. Who knew I'd actually be grateful to the devil called Atlas?

I let out a sigh and didn't notice how loud it was until I felt Atlas' cold stare at me.

What the hell did I do to piss him off this time? Can I not breathe anymore?

"No wonder your math grades are s**t. If you can't focus for one bloody hour, you're a hopeless case and Keith forcing us all to sit together is clearly not going to help you with shit." He said and that made my blood boil.

Keith making me sit with you ass holes is why I can't focus in class right now! I wanted to shout that to him while shaking him by his shoulders, but I merely clenched my fists as tight as I could to use that as a way to let out my anger.

So much for my savior. He probably just stopped Wes because he was annoying him too and he couldn't listen to the teacher.

Freaking Atlas. I knew he'd be incapable of doing any good deed. I have no idea why I thought otherwise, but it was on me for being blinded for a second.

For thirty more minutes, I had to suffer through listening to the math teacher talk gibberish-math formulas-while at the same time trying to keep myself calm and collected because doing the opposite would mean stabbing both guys right beside me.

Wes was a dick who couldn't keep his hands to himself, but Atlas was an even bigger d i c k who tries to act like he's the King of this place when, really, he's just the King of shit.

Then there was Devon. Dev, sweet, and handsome Dev. Every time Destiny glanced behind her and she smiled at him, my heart died a little-a lot-inside.

It was like a hard slap on my face, a bucket of ice-cold water, an electric shock throughout my whole body.

Dev is way out of your league, I repeatedly thought to myself.

When the bell finally rang, I practically turned into the Flash as I desperately tried to get away from the brothers before-

s**t. Damn it.

Too late.

A warm and strong grip stopped me from moving any further. When I turned around, Wes was smirking at me. I want to punch him.

No, Suri. Keep it together.

"This isn't over, meat." He says in a threatening voice that takes every cell in my body not to shiver at.

Thankfully, he lets me go after that and I bolt out of the classroom in seconds. Though right as I was stepping out of that door, I managed to take one last look back at our table and I saw Atlas hovering over Wes. He looked about ready to rip his brother's head off. What the hell is his problem?

Whatever, I don't care. I quickly brushed away all thoughts of the brothers as I focused on a more exciting and more relevant thought - I'm free for an hour and a half because it's lunch time!

When I stepped out of the classroom, the three girls were waiting for me and I couldn't help but smile. Nobody has ever waited for me after class. I was always by myself during lunch, or well, all the time, not just on breaks.

"Hey, girlie!" Elleana greeted me enthusiastically and the two others followed before we aligned ourselves to link arms with one another.

Somehow, we automatically arrange ourselves by height. Polly, the tallest at five foot seven with her model-like long legs. Ariana, who was almost the same height, but that's probably because of her platforms. Me, with my five foot four self. Then Elleana, who was about five foot two and a half. (Emphasis on the half because she wants people to know she's almost five foot three.)

As we walked along the hallway, a few eyes couldn't help but stare. I don't know who they're looking at or if they're looking at all of us, and for a few seconds it makes me uncomfortable, but then I realize they're probably admiring how freaking cool we-they-look. I wasn't going to lie. It's like I've been transported to Mean Girls and that scene where Cady Heron joins in with Regina George and her friends as they strut through the halls? Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like right now.

I was half expecting a trash can to show up and I was going to accidentally fall into it, but nothing appeared and suddenly... I felt like I belonged.

"Hey, Suri?" I heard Elleana call me and I turned to her, tuning out the conversation Polly and Ariana were having about Ratatouille being a cinematic masterpiece.

"What's up, Elleana?"

Sometimes I still can't believe that I'm talking to a real life Princess. Never in my wildest dreams, but here we are, in reality.

"Oh, I forgot to say you can just call me Elle," she smiled and I nodded.

Suddenly, she gets quiet and I sense something different about her. She seemed a little nervous and I wondered why.

"Do you... have a thing with Wes?" Elle asked and I choked on air.

"What? Me? Wes?" I was so shocked at her question that even Polly and Ariana turned to look at us confused.

"What's going on? Did Elle tell you that she has five horses, one of which I'm still convinced is a Pony?" Polly comments and Elle just awkwardly chuckles.

"Yeah, that's it." She says with an obviously uncomfortable smile and when the two went back to their original conversation, Elle apologizes.

"Sorry, it's just that... I saw him hold you before we got out of the classroom and I thought- never mind. Forget I said anything, please!" She beams a smile at me before changing the topic to a complete one eighty and suddenly she's now really talking about her horses. Even though I wanted to ask her more about it to figure out what she really wanted to know, I decided to let it go because I could see in her eyes that the topic made her uncomfortable and she was hiding something.

Whatever it was, I have a strong feeling it's about Wes.

Something tells me there's more to her and Wes' relationship than she lets on.

I just don't know if I want to replace out or not.