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actionreactionOkay it took a little longer this time for some reason, but here's part 8 of Pembroke Academy.
Who do You Belong To?
It might have interested Wyatt to know that he and Torrance were not in fact alone in the courtyard. Not by a long shot. Maybe it was foolish to have broken that barrier and kissed Torrance in such a public place; Wyatt hadn’t been thinking at that point. So he didn’t stop to wonder just how far Reis and Larsen had run off to.
Not nearly far enough. No they had hidden, just out of sight expecting, hoping, to see a fight, or rather the escalation of a previously started fight between Wyatt and Torrance. And for a brief moment they had gotten what they were looking for. And then something incredibly unexpected had happened.
Frozen behind the wall, they stared, abject shock on their faces. But their stunned reactions were absolutely nothing, paled in comparison to the utter fury burning from a pair of dark green eyes watching from the other end of the courtyard.
Daphne hadn’t exactly left either.
And by the time Wyatt pulled back and saw her storming across the yard he already knew it was far too late.
“Looks like the jig is up, Eckart,” Torrance murmured, licking his lips. “What’re going to tell your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Wyatt retorted, hands immediately clenching into fists. Fists he wouldn’t use.
Daphne didn’t spare Torrance even a glance as she shoved between them and without a word delivered a stinging slap to Wyatt’s face. “How dare you?”
Wyatt’s nostrils flared and he caught her wrist. “How dare I what, Daphne? Who the hell do you think you are? You think just because I finally aid you some attention you own me now? Sorry sweetheart. I don’t belong to you. I never did.”
Daphne’s face went deathly white then flushed deep red. She tried unsuccessfully to free her wrist. “So who the fuck do you belong to, Wyatt? Him?” Her voice came out in a low hiss. “What were you stringing me along because you couldn’t admit you’re fucking gay?”
Wyatt tilted his head at her and blinked, expression blankly serene. “Mm, that sounds about right.” He didn’t argue her second point. He didn’t realize however that he didn’t quite argue her first either. His eyes flickered over to Torrance at the sound of a muffled snort. The taller boy had wisely stepped back, but not out of earshot, and now wore a rather amused smirk. Wyatt looked back down at Daphne. “I’d apologize, except I wouldn’t mean it. And you wouldn’t accept it. Because you know damn well you only wanted to be with me for status. You don’t give a fuck about me, Daphne, and I don’t give one about you. So why don’t we both just call it quits and stop pretending we care, all right?” And he let her go with a little shove.
She glared daggers at him, rubbing her wrist, “You just wait, Wyatt Eckart. This-“
Torrance slid back up to them, draping an arm around Wyatt’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, this isn’t over. You and your petty little girlfriends are going to start spreading all kinds of rumors now and expect it to hurt us. Save yourself the trouble, sister. Use that energy to seduce someone who cares. Now run along, little girl.”
Daphne, faced pinched, eyes flashing, breathing heavily trough her nose, glared at the both and then shoved between them, running back towards the school entrance.
Wyatt watched her go. “That will not turn out well.”
“Nope,” Torrance agreed, sounding almost cheerful.
“Fuck you, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Oh yes I am. But more to the point...” Torrance fixed those gold eyes on Wyatt. “You do realize what you’ve admitted here, don’t you?”
“Admitted…?” Wyatt faltered slightly looking up at Torrance.
Torrance smirked. “Oh you want me to say it? You know damn well you didn’t argue with what she said.” He leaned in close again. “That you belong to me.”
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “I did not-”
“Exactly. You didn’t deny it. That’s because it’s true. You’re mine, Wyatt. Get used to it.”
Wyatt set his jaw. “I don’t belong to anyone, Storm. Don’t think because I kissed you that…that…”
Torrance lifted his eyebrow and waited for Wyatt to continue.
“Just shut up and let’s get out of here, all right?”
Who do You Belong To?
It might have interested Wyatt to know that he and Torrance were not in fact alone in the courtyard. Not by a long shot. Maybe it was foolish to have broken that barrier and kissed Torrance in such a public place; Wyatt hadn’t been thinking at that point. So he didn’t stop to wonder just how far Reis and Larsen had run off to.
Not nearly far enough. No they had hidden, just out of sight expecting, hoping, to see a fight, or rather the escalation of a previously started fight between Wyatt and Torrance. And for a brief moment they had gotten what they were looking for. And then something incredibly unexpected had happened.
Frozen behind the wall, they stared, abject shock on their faces. But their stunned reactions were absolutely nothing, paled in comparison to the utter fury burning from a pair of dark green eyes watching from the other end of the courtyard.
Daphne hadn’t exactly left either.
And by the time Wyatt pulled back and saw her storming across the yard he already knew it was far too late.
“Looks like the jig is up, Eckart,” Torrance murmured, licking his lips. “What’re going to tell your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Wyatt retorted, hands immediately clenching into fists. Fists he wouldn’t use.
Daphne didn’t spare Torrance even a glance as she shoved between them and without a word delivered a stinging slap to Wyatt’s face. “How dare you?”
Wyatt’s nostrils flared and he caught her wrist. “How dare I what, Daphne? Who the hell do you think you are? You think just because I finally aid you some attention you own me now? Sorry sweetheart. I don’t belong to you. I never did.”
Daphne’s face went deathly white then flushed deep red. She tried unsuccessfully to free her wrist. “So who the fuck do you belong to, Wyatt? Him?” Her voice came out in a low hiss. “What were you stringing me along because you couldn’t admit you’re fucking gay?”
Wyatt tilted his head at her and blinked, expression blankly serene. “Mm, that sounds about right.” He didn’t argue her second point. He didn’t realize however that he didn’t quite argue her first either. His eyes flickered over to Torrance at the sound of a muffled snort. The taller boy had wisely stepped back, but not out of earshot, and now wore a rather amused smirk. Wyatt looked back down at Daphne. “I’d apologize, except I wouldn’t mean it. And you wouldn’t accept it. Because you know damn well you only wanted to be with me for status. You don’t give a fuck about me, Daphne, and I don’t give one about you. So why don’t we both just call it quits and stop pretending we care, all right?” And he let her go with a little shove.
She glared daggers at him, rubbing her wrist, “You just wait, Wyatt Eckart. This-“
Torrance slid back up to them, draping an arm around Wyatt’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, this isn’t over. You and your petty little girlfriends are going to start spreading all kinds of rumors now and expect it to hurt us. Save yourself the trouble, sister. Use that energy to seduce someone who cares. Now run along, little girl.”
Daphne, faced pinched, eyes flashing, breathing heavily trough her nose, glared at the both and then shoved between them, running back towards the school entrance.
Wyatt watched her go. “That will not turn out well.”
“Nope,” Torrance agreed, sounding almost cheerful.
“Fuck you, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Oh yes I am. But more to the point...” Torrance fixed those gold eyes on Wyatt. “You do realize what you’ve admitted here, don’t you?”
“Admitted…?” Wyatt faltered slightly looking up at Torrance.
Torrance smirked. “Oh you want me to say it? You know damn well you didn’t argue with what she said.” He leaned in close again. “That you belong to me.”
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “I did not-”
“Exactly. You didn’t deny it. That’s because it’s true. You’re mine, Wyatt. Get used to it.”
Wyatt set his jaw. “I don’t belong to anyone, Storm. Don’t think because I kissed you that…that…”
Torrance lifted his eyebrow and waited for Wyatt to continue.
“Just shut up and let’s get out of here, all right?”