Beauty and the Outcast by Lucy Darling

4

Knox

Igrip the side of the desk, watching my timid little bunny make her escape. Oz’s words from this morning haunt me. He was right. My shit is going to blow back on me. I run my hand down my face wondering what the hell has gotten into me. The smell of cherries and honey lingers long after she’s gone. That explains the fucking hard-on from earlier and the reason it’s back.

The last few minutes of class tick by slowly. I debate getting up and walking out, but I’ve pissed Oz off enough for one day. I’m not going to push it. He’s a good man, and he really doesn’t deserve all the grief I give him. I’ll just have to be patient. My little bunny couldn’t have gone far anyway.

I’m intrigued and confused by my reaction to her. The instant attraction and shot of lust that hit me when she lifted her head, her eyes locking on mine, wasn’t something I was accustomed to. No one has ever garnered that sort of reaction from me. But whatever it was was short lived when I saw the fear in her eyes. Her reaction to me felt as if it was a sucker punch to my gut.

Fear is the response I prefer to elicit from most people. It almost guarantees they’ll stay the hell away from me and keep my name out of their mouths. My first year here at Montgomery Hall Prep was rough, considering I was coming in at the age of fifteen to a world I clearly didn’t belong in. People ran their mouths to and about me. I did it right back, but I did it better.

Just like with little Miss Jennifer that tried to sink her fangs into Whitney. If Jennifer is even her name. They all start to blend together. The bitches around here can be ruthless to new girls. It’s worse if they’re pretty, but Whitney is way more than that; she’s breathtaking. Not in an overpowering way. It’s a soft beauty that screams of her innocence.

Her big blue eyes were wide with fear as she stared back at me earlier. That shit is going to haunt me until I can figure out a way to fix it. I don’t know why, but the thought of her only knowing that one side of me doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to see more.

The second Mr. Smith releases us from class, I’m up from my chair and heading into the hallway. Being taller than everyone else lets me see over everyone’s heads. I make my way toward the office still not seeing her. I spot Miss Coolie behind her desk. I pull open the door and go right toward her. A blush hits her cheeks when she sees me, and she licks her lips.

I’m not even going to lie, I’ve flirted with her from time to time. It came in handy with me being late so often. She has this whole innocent thing going on. I think she’s got some messed-up bad boy fantasy in her head. I’m guessing her fiancé isn’t giving it to her well enough. She should drop him and find someone else that’s not me. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t use her attraction to me to my advantage for the time being.

“Are you in trouble already?” She gives me a smile.

“Not right now.”

“I heard about the fight this morning. You okay?” Her eyes drop to my hands. My knuckles are still torn up. “I could fix that up for you if you want.” She reaches out to touch my hand. I jerk it back. Not only because I don’t care to be touched, but it feels wrong.

“New girl. Why was she called down to the office?” I ignore her offer and get straight to the point. I don’t have it in me to try and flirt with her today. Again, it seems wrong to flirt to get information about a girl that is messing with my head in both a good and bad way.

“I’m not sure. She met with your sister when she got down here.” I pull my phone out, leaving the office without a backwards glance. I head toward my car, hopping in when I get to it. The phone continues to ring as I wait for my sister to pick up her damn phone.

“Hello,” Faith finally answers.

“Where did you and the new girl go?” The line goes quiet for a long moment.

“Why do you care? You were a dick to her.” With that, she hangs up on me.

Shit. She must be extra pissed. I can almost get away with murder when it comes to my sister. But I don’t make it a habit to pick on random girls who are minding their own business for the most part. This one had knocked right into me. My kneejerk reaction to run my mouth was instant, and now I’m regretting that shit.

I pull up the driveway to see Ace’s car parked out front, letting me know Faith is home. I pull around to the side garage, parking and heading inside. Kennedy is on me the second I walk in the door.

“Let me see.” She motions to my hands.

“It’s fine. Where’s Faith?”

“You can see her in a second. We need to talk first.”

“They had it coming. I defended myself.”

She rolls her eyes at my response, likely knowing I’d baited them. “Not about that. We’re going to be fostering someone this year. I want to make sure we are all on the same page.” One of her eyebrows lifts up, letting me know she means that she’s checking to make sure that I’m going to behave myself.

“A family? Why aren't you using the apartments?” Kennedy has put up a few families in the guest house from time to time.

“It’s a girl. She’s by herself.”

“Okay.”

“Not okay. You’re going to be extra nice to her or you’re going to stay away from her.” Oz joins the conversation. I’m never getting out of here at this rate.

“You really think I’d fu—” I pause to correct myself. “I’d mess with some random girl for no reason?” Kennedy’s eyes widen.

“Of course not! But she’s extra skittish. I’m pretty sure her stepfather was abusive, but I can’t get much out of her.” I clench my teeth. Nothing makes me more pissed off than someone beating on someone half their size. Once upon a time that was me. “She’s a sweet, shy girl, and you can look intimidating.”

“I got it. Promise.” Kennedy gives me a warm smile.

I might get in trouble a lot, but I never lie or break my word to them. That was one of the first things Oz said to me when I came here. Don’t lie to him and everything else could be worked out at the end of the day. I’ve stuck to that, earning some of his trust. He knows when I say something it’s true.

“Thank you, sweetheart, because she is already here. Now can I make you something to eat?” she asks, falling right into the mom roll. I never admit it out loud because I’m not some touchy feely, lovey-dovey type person, but I am grateful for Kennedy and Oz. They have given me a sense of normalcy in my life.

“I’m good.” I move to go ahead of her to find Faith.

“Why is he in such a hurry?” I hear Kennedy ask Oz before I hit the stairs, taking them three at a time.

I can already hear giggling as I head down the long hallway where both Faith’s and my rooms are located. Kennedy and Oz are all the way on the other side of the house.

“This is all too much,” a soft voice says. The bedroom door stands half open. They aren't in Faith’s room but the spare bedroom. This must be where Kennedy is letting the new girl stay. I reach for the door but freeze when my sister starts to talk.

“Whitney, it’s not too much. It’s perfect. It’s going to be so much fun having you here.”

I’m so screwed.

No fucking way. I drop my hand that was about to pull the door wide open. Instead, I slide to the side to peek in. There in the middle of the room, looking as breathtaking as ever, is Whitney. As if she senses me, she turns her head to look my way. I’m too stunned by her beauty to move. When her eyes meet mine, she doesn't look too surprised to see me. I pull open the door all the way.

“Knox.” Faith gives me a tight smile. “This is Whitney. She’s going to be staying with us.”

Whitney looks anywhere but at me.

“I’m really sorry about the hallway today. It caught me off guard. I was an asshole.”

She finally turns her head to meet my gaze again.

“Hold on. Did you just apologize?” Faith cuts in.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not. I promise no one will mess with you at Montgomery Hall Prep from this point on.” She scrunches her button nose. She’s so fucking tiny. How could someone even think to raise a hand to her? They better hope they never cross my path.

“I’m in the twilight zone.” Faith keeps going, not helping me in the least.

We all stand there in silence for a long moment. I don’t want to leave, but I also don’t know what to say either. Shit, I’m bad at this.

“Well, that was nice of you,” Faith says, walking over toward me. “Now if you can give us girls a moment.” She starts to close the door. I step back, letting her close it in my face.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be an asshole.

At least not to Whitney.