Tame Him: Chapter 5
Tame Him: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rebels at Sterling Prep Book 2)
âRemi, get in the damn car,â Conner yells as they cruise beside me. Mom had told me they were picking me up, so Iâd left early.
I didnât need them to hold my hand and babysit me.
I didnât need any of them.
âGo away, Conner,â I shout back. Cars honk their horns as they overtake the twinsâ rust bucket.
âMotherfucker,â he groans as I quicken my pace. Right up ahead is the point where the path splits, sending foot traffic one way and cars the other.
âItâs cute, this game youâre playing, but youâre not fooling anyone, Remi.â
At least he heeded my words not to call me âPrincessâ anymore. Iâm almost free of them when the brakes screech and Cole flies out of the passenger side and jogs across the road.
âWhat theââ
âLetâs go,â he snaps, grabbing my arm.
âGet the hell off me.â I try to shake him off, but heâs strong. Almost as strong as his big brother.
Conner winks as he pulls me toward the car, and I flip him off, not appreciating being manhandled. Cole releases me and yanks open the back door.
âIf youâre doing this for Aceââ
âWe told your mom weâd look out for you, so let us do our fucking job. Now get in the damn car.â
Weâre locked in a stare-down. His eyes are dark and stormy, his jaw clenched impossibly tight.
âWeâre almost there.â Connerâs voice startles me and I blink first. âYou might as well let us take you the rest of the way.â
âFine.â I climb inside. âBut thatâs it. Once we get to school, I donât wantââ
âYeah, yeah, we got the memo. You want to do this alone.â
I stare out of the window, watching the scenery roll by. I donât want to be here, I donât want to ever step foot in Sterling Prep again, but what choice do I have? Itâs senior year, if I want to graduate and ever make it out of this town, I have to put on a smile and finish my classes.
I have to stay the course.
By the time the school appears in the distance, my stomach is awash with nerves.
âYou good?â Conner asks me as I catch his eye in the rear-view mirror.
âWhat do you think?â
âI think you need to walk in there with your head held high.â
âCon,â Cole snaps.
The splutter of their car alerts everyone to our arrival, and my body begins to tremble.
âYou can do this,â I whisper to myself.
Conner and Cole make no rush to leave the car and, despite my annoyance at being railroaded by them, I canât deny Iâm relieved to have them both here.
âOkay, Remi, you know weâre going to have to get out eventually, right?â Thatâs Conner.
âI know.â
âCool,â he says. âJust wanted to check.â
Without a word, Cole gets out of the car. Part of me thinks he got bored waiting for me, but then my door is yanked open and his hand appears. Gingerly, I take it, letting him help me out.
âWhen shit gets too much for me, I just go inside myself where itâs quiet,â he says before stalking off toward the building. I stare after him, but something catches my eye.
Ace is standing over by a big tree, watching me. My body tingles, as if it hasnât yet gotten the memo that we hate him. He takes a step forward as if heâs about to descend on me, and it jolts me into action. I take off in the direction of Hadley.
âIâm so happy to see you,â she says, but I wave her off, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside the building.
Kids stare and some even point from behind their books, but to my surprise, no one comments. As we reach my locker, Iâm half-expecting it to be tagged with words like âslutâ or âwhore.â But itâs exactly as I last left it.
âOkay,â I say, letting out an exasperated breath. âWhat is going on?â
âYour mom and James told you theyâd talked to Vager, right?â
âYeah, but we both know the kids at school usually give zero fucks what Vager has to say about anything. Heâs a mouthpiece. A puppet.â My brows bunch as I whip around and glance down the hall. Sure enough, kids are lingering, pretending not to watch. But one by one, as I make eye contact with them, they all scurry off or avert their gazes.
Itâs the total opposite of what I expected to happen.
âIf it isnât Vager, then whoââ
A rumble of whispers grows up and down the hall, the source of their interest moving toward me in long, sure strides. My heart ratchets, beating wildly in my chest as Ace reaches us.
âHey,â he says, uncertainty flickering in his frosty blue gaze.
âIâll see you in class.â Hadley makes herself scarce.
Ace runs a hand over his head and down his neck. Iâve never seen him look so vulnerable as in this moment.
Itâs disarming, tugging at the thread I still feel twisting between us.
âYou okay?â he breathes. âFuck, Remi, Iââ
âDonât.â
I canât do this.
I canât stand here listening to his excuses and apologies.
Not if I want to survive the day.
âBut I need toââ
A couple of kids stare as they pass us, catching my attention. I lift my chin, staring back, daring them to say anything. Indignation burns in my veins.
When I finally give Ace my attention again, heâs frowning. âThis, you and me,â I hiss. âItâs done. I trusted you.â My body trembles. âI trusted you with my secrets and you betrayed me.â
I go to move around him, but Ace grabs my arm. My eyes snap to where heâs holding me and he immediately releases me, guilt washing over his expression. âCome on, Princess. We need toââ
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donât need to do anything. Stay away from me, Ace.â I take off down the hall and donât look back. I canât. Because despite all his mistakes, my heart still thinks we can trust him. It wants him to pull me into his arms and tell me everything is going to be okay.
Maybe the accident damaged that, too.
Because Ace isnât the hero here.
Heâs the villain.
And everyone knows the villain never saves the day.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â Hadley asks as we approach the cafeteria. Usually I stay as far away as possible from this place, but not today.
Today, Iâm going to walk in there with my head held high, order my lunch, and show this goddamn school that Remi Tanner refuses to hide anymore.
Morning classes were surprisingly bearable. My teachers welcomed me back with the enthusiasm and compassion you might expect for someone who spent two weeks in a coma after having starred in her first sex tape. But by the third period, I knew something was wrong.
Sure, my name lingered on the lips of kids as I found an empty desk, but no one laughed or pointed. A couple of girls even asked if I was feeling better.
It was unnerving.
As if everyone was waiting for the signal to make my life a living hell.
And thereâs only one person with enough power to give it.
Michaela has been pretty scarce all morning, but as we walk in the cafeteria, I find her straight away, holding court at her usual table. Sheâs surrounded by a sea of blue and white; football players and cheerleaders.
I step inside and they all look.
Every last one of them.
Something simmers in her eyes as she glares at me. Itâs messed-up, but I almost feel a sense of relief at the shade sheâs throwing my way. Itâs the most familiar, normal thing Iâve felt all day.
I break our stare and start moving. âYou donât have to do this with me,â I say to Hadley as I make my way to the service counter.
But things just keep getting stranger.
Hayden appears, smiling at Hadley. âWhatâs looking good?â
âI donât trust cafeteria food,â she says, grabbing a sub from the refrigerator. âI stick with pre-packaged things only.â
âItâs good to see you back.â He turns his attention to me.
I glance behind me. âIâm sorry, are you talking to me?â
Hayden lets out a quiet chuckle. âWeâre not all the shallow douchebags you make us out to be.â
My brow rises. âLast year you helped Michaela break into my locker and steal my gym kit.â Iâd found pieces of it hanging in various places around school. âOr how about the timeââ
âOkay.â His hands shoot up. âIâve made some less than stellar choices in the past. But it doesnât change the fact Iâm happy to see you.â
âYouâre not happy to see me.â Bitterness drips from my words. âYouâre trying to get into Hadleyâs panties and want to score brownie points.â
âRemi.â She sucks in a harsh breath.
âIâ¦â Hayden chokes out. âThatâs not what this is.â
âYeah, whatever.â I leave them and go check out whatâs on the menu. Iâm not hungry, but it beats listening to any more of his bullshit.
With my tray in hand, I weave across the cafeteria, my sights set on only one person. Michaela stands when she sees me, her lip twisting with contempt.
âSister,â she sing-songs for the entire cafeteria to hear. âYouâre looking better than the last time I saw you.â
, I think. This is the moment the entire morning has been building to.
Adrenaline shoots through my veins, my body vibrating. âWell, go on then,â I say.
Confusion clouds her eyes. âGo on what?â
âWhatever youâve got planned, Iâm right here. Letâs get it over with.â
Her face pales, throwing me for a loop. âRemi, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
Oh, sheâs good.
She almost sounds convincing.
âSure you do. The sex tape? The accident? Ringing any bells?â
âI wasnât planning anythingâ¦â Her eyes dart around me as she forces a smile.
My eyes narrow. What the hell is her game? Iâm standing right here, giving her a free pass, and sheâs acting like Iâm the one making a scene.
Something catches her eye over my shoulder, prompting me to turn around. Conner and Cole are at a table in the back, their heads low and expressions hard. I notice kids have given them a wide berth, leaving the couple of tables near them empty. Itâs as if everyone is scared of the Jagger twins⦠scared they mightâ
I grumble underneath my breath as the truth hits me and take off in their direction, dumping my lunch in the trash on the way.
âFancy seeing you here.â Conner grins up at me.
âTell me this isnât what I think it is.â I grimace.
âYou couldâve given that to me.â He eyes the trash can behind me.
âConner⦠what is going on? Are you⦠babysitting me?â Iâd be flattered if I wasnât so pissed.
âBabysitting? Donât you usually get paid for that?â He looks at Cole, who is as expressionless as ever.
âRelax, Prin⦠Remi. Weâve got your back.â
âSo, you what? Issued a school-wide threat that if anyone says something to me, youâll hurt them?â
He shrugs. âKnowledge is power, baby.â His brows waggle. âAnd these flashy fuckers have all got a weak spot. You just need to know where to look.â
âWhat does thatââ
âRemi?â Bexleyâs voice makes my eyes shutter.
I turn slowly to see him approaching. Everyone is watching, their eyes darting between me, the twins, and their quarterback.
âYou look good.â He stops a couple of feet away.
âYeah, no thanks to you.â
The blood drains from his face. âShit, Rem, I didnâtâ¦â
âMean it? Itâs a little late for that.â This isnât like me; I donât seek out confrontation. But somethingâs changed inside me. Itâs like I woke up in that hospital bed a different girl. Broken and bitter. Anger and resentment swarm in my chest like a storm showing no signs of letting up.
âCome on, I sent flowers. I tried to see you.â He reaches for me. âI really am sorry.â
Conner and Cole are out of their seats in a second, flanking me.
âRelax, Iâm not going to hurt her.â Bexleyâs shoulders sag. âSheâs my friend.â
âFriend?â Cole grits out. âYou sure have a strange way of treating your .â The air crackles between them as they share a silent look.
âCole,â I say, tugging the hem of his t-shirt. But heâs rigid, his dark gaze burning into Bexleyâs face.
Ace is scary when heâs angry, but the darkness rolling off Cole right now is a whole other level.
âIâm sorry,â Bexley says. âThatâs all I wanted to say. You were never supposed to get hurt. That wasnât theââ He stops himself, and my brows furrow.
Something catches my eye beyond the door. âIâve got to go,â I say, rushing out of there. But when I spill into the hall, itâs empty. Except I hear a door swing shut. I move down the hall, frantically searching for the right door. When I reach the boysâ bathroom, I donât hesitate.
Iâm not even sure I know what Iâm doing as I step inside, but Iâm no longer in control. The emotional whirlwind inside me spurs me on.
âYou,â I spit at Ace. âDid you tell them to do that?â
Guilt glitters in his eyes. âIt would seem Iâm not the only one who has taken a shine to you.â
âDonât do that.â I hold my hand up. âDonât pretend you care.â
âI do care.â He steps toward me, and I dart back.
âYou donât care. Youâre incapable of caring,â I yell, tears burning my throat. âYou hurt everyone and everything around you. Youâre like poison. But youâre worse than Michaela. So much worse.â The words heave from my chest. âBecause I didnât see it coming. I let you in. I let you take everything from me and you broke my fucking heart.â
Tears stream down my face as all of the frustration and anger pour out of me. âYou broke it,â I whisper, folding my arms around my waist, trying to hold myself together.
It was a mistake, thinking I could see him again and act normal.
Ace is my weakness.
Heâll always be my weakness.
Because I so desperately wanted him to be my savior.
âRemi, baby,â he says, inching toward me again. âI fucked up. I made a huge fucking mistake. I was blinded by hatred for my uncle and then that dinner happened and I just cracked. But I shouldnât have taken it out on you. I shouldnât haveââ
âBut you did.â My hand flies out. If he touches me, Iâll break.
âTell me how to fix this,â he pleads.
I shake my head, swallowing down a fresh wave of tears. âYou canât.â The words sound ominous.
He canât give me back my first time.
He canât give me back my dignity.
Ace canât take back his cruel words after he loved me with his body.
Itâs all there, a vast crater between us. And right there, in the center, is me.