Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy Book 1)

Sloane

Word of what I’d done to Dorian Prinze (sent his mom) made it back to school somehow. I had no idea if he’d spread the information himself, or if it’d been his friends, but people found out.

Virtually overnight, I’d become known as the lying bitch amongst the halls of Windsor Prep on top of the terms Legacy bitch/Vapor. Worse, once people found out about the pregnancy prank (I’d gotten some pregnant lady at a gas station to pee on the stick for twenty bucks), I’d also been labeled as a Legacy groupie whore. People had assumed that I wanted the attention of the Legacy boys so bad, I faked a pregnancy just to get to their dark prince.

The halls of gossip and rumors ensued, and they quickly made it to my breakfast table. One of the things my brother, Bru, and I still actually did was eat together on the rare days he didn’t have to be at school early for practice.

Even if we didn’t talk to each other.

After the news had broken, he’d paid no attention to me, but this morning he actually scoffed at me. I’d been pouring a box of Frosted Flakes into an empty bowl, and quite honestly, that pissed me off. My kid brother hadn’t been in my corner at all since I made it to this school. Sure, I hadn’t told him about many of the terrible things Dorian had done to me, but that didn’t negate that he was well aware they were bullying me. He’d had to have heard about the pranks. Then, of course, there was the way things had started with Ares Mallick.

Bru hadn’t gone to bat for me whether I left certain things from his attention or not.

“I still can’t believe you did what you did,” he mumbled, on his phone while eating a piece of French toast. God, as if he’d actually made the thing for himself. He had gotten Callum to arrange a food delivery service for him. The service made him special meals Bru claimed he’d needed to bulk up for his new sport. I’d overheard this conversation my brother had had with our guardian at the beginning of the month.

My brother truly was taking advantage of the situation here. Becoming one of those people at the school and milking our new guardian for all he could. It disappointed me as much as how he still continued to be friends with those terrible boys…

And their wicked prince.

I hadn’t forgotten that day on the bleachers with Dorian. I mean, how could I?

He’d brought me down to my knees.

I’d sucked him off (openly) and for anyone to see. What was worse was I’d pretty much begged him to do it. He’d gotten into my head, and I hadn’t liked that.

Even if I’d enjoyed his taste.

Even if I’d indulged in his power and who he clearly was around the academy’s campus. How it’d all gone down had been sick, and I thought I truly would be ill the way he’d left me there. He’d said I had been a conquest, nothing but a mouth to fuck, and I’d fallen for the shit. I had become one of them, the girls who obviously fell all over him.

I was still waiting for that particular ball to drop. Either he hadn’t told anyone about that day on the bleachers, or he was simply waiting to expose me. He may want to keep me nervous and at his mercy. There was no way he’d conceal that information on purpose.

He’d said he wanted to break me.

He’d said he wanted me to scream for him, and he’d be the one to deliver. He’d gotten off on breaking me down and turning me into someone I didn’t want to be. I didn’t want to think about him.

I didn’t want to remember his taste.

Dorian Prinze was already enough in my head, in this house. He hovered in it with how my brother had become his own personal fanboy. I’d also caught Bru singing Dorian’s praises to Callum when my brother had been updating our guardian about his football stuff on the phone. 

Bru dropped his fork on his plate. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Bru shot, really going there. “You can’t let me have just this one thing. You know, I’m actually good at football?”

I did know that. I mean, of course he wouldn’t know that I did. I’d snuck in on a couple of his practices, missing my brother and wanting to see what he’d been doing.

I moved my lips. “I know you’re good, Bru.”

“Do you?” He frowned. “How about how much I enjoy it? That I’m actually making friends—”

“Those aren’t your real friends.” And I’d stand by that. I didn’t know the Legacy guys’ angle (Dorian Prinze’s angle), but I knew they were still playing him. Them getting close to Bru was nothing but a power play—point blank. I sneered. “They don’t like you. They’re letting you get close because they hate me.”

“Look how you sound right now.” He shook his head. He pointed at me. “You know, I think you’re just paranoid. Paranoid that I might be leaving and finding something for myself. I swear to God you’re just like Dad—”

“Enough!” I growled, slamming my hands on the table. He wouldn’t speak to me like that and not about Dad. I directed a finger at him. “Say what you want about me. Say whatever you want but leave Dad out of this. You know he was sick.”

Our dad was a troubled man with problems we obviously didn’t get. He’d never told us, but he had to have had them. He was guarded and so obviously missed Mom.

Bru wiped his hands off, apparently done with his plate.

“I’m going to school,” he mumbled and then that was that.

I eventually got to school too, and though I normally didn’t go around talking to too many people, I did stop Bow Reed at her locker.

I hadn’t seen her around class.

In fact, she’d all but disappeared after the news broke of what I’d done to Dorian around the halls. She wasn’t in our math class, and I didn’t see her around. Not even at lunch, and I looked for her.

She wasn’t with her brother and his friends when they actually showed up for lunch. Lately, I hadn’t seen the guys either in the courtyard, and I considered that a blessing.

When they weren’t there, I didn’t get food thrown at me.

It was like the lunchroom acted on their behalf whenever they were around. Legacy boys never did their own bidding. They had minions to do it for them. I still found shit in my locker. Sex toys were pretty much the exclusive thing, but most recently, boxes of pregnancy tests had been added to the haul. They fell out into the hallway after that first day and hadn’t stopped since.

I’d grown accustomed to simply throwing them away, an act I’d just finished when I spotted Bow at her locker. I raised my hand to her. “Hey.”

Her head had been in her locker, and she gazed over the door, full smile on her face.

But then, she spotted me.

The smile wiped away as if I’d taken an eraser to it. Next thing I knew, she was pulling things out of her locker in quick time. She filled her arms with books and ignored me standing not a foot away from her.

I eyed her. “Little rabbit?” She continued to ignore me. I frowned. “I haven’t seen you in class…”

“I dropped it,” she stated, more bite in her voice than I was used to from her. She huffed. “Well, I didn’t drop it. I transferred.”

“Why?”

“Maybe I didn’t want to see someone who was taking advantage of me every day.”

“What?”

She whipped from behind her locker, getting in my face. This was crazy since I had more than a few inches on her. Even still, she stood tall in her heeled Mary Janes. She shook her head. “You know, I didn’t tell you any of that stuff at my house, Sloane, for you to go and use it against Dorian. Dorian is like a brother to me. All the guys are.”

Fuck.

“My brother actually had to break it down to me what you did.” She frowned, definitely not used to that from her. She was always so cheery. “How you took advantage of me with all that stuff I told you.”

She had shared a lot, more as I poked.

I’d poked a lot.

I’d found out exactly where Dorian’s mom worked, and that made it easy to send the note with the pregnancy test.

Her arms crossed over her books. “I kind of actually thought we were friends.”

“We are friends.”

She put her hand up. “Well, if that’s a friend, I’ll just take family.” She closed her locker. “Which Dorian and all the other guys are to me.” She leaned in. “I told you. Our families are close as hell, and I may not agree with a lot of the things the guys do around here, but that doesn’t stop the fact that they’re my family. Always have been. Always will be.”

Her family.

“And you hurt them.” Her face grew red in color. “You hurt Dorian, and what’s worse is, you did it through me.”

“Little rabbit—”

“It’s Bow,” she countered. “Not little rabbit. Just Bow, and tutor yourself from now on.”

“Bow.”

Her hair swayed when she charged in the opposite direction away from me, and I couldn’t even be mad at her or blame her. I had used her, and if she really was as close as she was with the Legacy guys, she should hate me.

I’d hate her too if someone did that to my family.