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Savannah
Brilliant lines of adrenaline and pure pride tear through my veins. Everything is moving too fast and it makes me want to move fast too. I want to do something. Jump up and down and scream, look at that bastard!
LOOK AT HIM!
I did that. Valerie and Ella did that. We did that.
Suddenly, Valerie rushes up to me and tells me that she is going home with her cousin Jordan, she offers for me to join her but a sour taste floats through my mouth at the mere thought of having to deal with Jordan Carrington.
After ten more minutes of sipping a fruity cocktail and enjoying eavesdropping on the conversations surrounding Delacorte’s humiliation, I finally decided to exert some energy by walking down the beach for a while.
As soon as my feet hit the sand, I can’t help but let out a sigh. The beach has always had a way of making me feel more calm, yet also achingly lonely too, and so I blame it for the decision I make next. The one that has me hurriedly making my way down the beach to catch up to Ella, so I can thank her for involving me despite the ice between us.
On my way, I pass Daniel lying face down in the sand and a couple of his friends attempting to shake him awake. The group sends my nerves spiralling but they barely look up as I move by.
I guess Daniel didn't tell them I was involved yet. Even so, I quicken my pace and begin praying for the Royals to enter my line of sight.
Five minutes later, I can just make out the figures of Gideon and perhaps his brother Reed. Gid, I will always unfortunately know; whether I am behind him, in front or searching for the bastard in a July 4th parade level crowd.
Clenching my jaw, I glare out at the ocean and try to contain my bitterness. The beach is such a soothing place, all you can hear are the waves crashing and the occasional bird- What the hell is that?
Quick as lightning, I whip around to face an enraged Delacorte and a mob of lacrosse players running at me, screaming abuse and threats.
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Reed
A commotion of yelling breaks out behind us and everyone quickly turns around to see what the hell is going on.
Daniel is somehow back on his feet and the lacrosse members are running with him. And if they were running at us, I wouldn't be scared in the slightest. I’ve got all my brothers with me and we can beat the shit out of those jackasses easily.
But we're not the targets.
Savannah Montgomery is somehow between us and them. Gideon's bitchy ex, who — if my ears have anything to say about it — he still very much pines over.
The angry assholes are running viciously at her, all while yelling the sadistic bullshit they're gonna do to her. Gideon jack-knifes from his spot beside me the moment he recognises Sav and sprints manically towards the angry mob.
I join him because I never back down from a fight, especially not one that’s gonna soon involve my brother, and East and Seb catch up to us too.
Sawyer stays behind to guard Ella, which I know without having to look is something that will have him pouting, but I'm sure as hell grateful.
The second Gid reaches Sav, he grabs her arm and pushes her towards Ella and Sawyer. "Get out of here Savannah" He yells furiously, and then, without another moment's hesitation, he turns and charges up to Daniel.
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Savannah
My heart pounds in my ears and I breathe heavily through my nose.
What the fuck.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I feel a tentative hand on my shoulder and notice Ella has appeared at my side.
"Callum's gonna be pissed about this..." Ella murmurs gravely and it's only then that I take in the almost brawl happening in front of us.
It's not that the Royal brothers can't knock their opponents out, I think they're just continuing the fight because they’re a bunch of bloodthirsty animals.
After another few minutes, the guys walk up to us and Gid, of course, makes a straight beeline to me. Like oil and water or magnets with opposite poles, we are always irrevocably drawn to each other.
But we can never stay together because he cheated on me with that fucking bitch, Dinah.
"What the hell happened?” Gideon demands, eyes clouded with such fierce protectiveness that it wakes up the delusional part of my brain.
He still cares, a hopeful voice whispers. He still loves you, he-
He doesn’t care, I remind myself seethingly. He never did. Otherwise, we’d still be together and my heart wouldn’t be such a wretched pool of misery.
“Why were you behind us? Did they chase-"
"Back off, Gid. I was only trying to catch up to you guys so I could thank Ella for letting me help with tonight's…" I pause then continue tersely, "...events.”