Not Your Pawn: A Dark Bully High School Romance (Roman Academy Rules Book 2) by L.V. Chase

Author:L.V. Chase [Chase, L.V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

16

Grayson

It's finally here. The damn talent show everyone's been going crazy over for the last few weeks. The show starts in fifteen minutes or so. Everyone who's participating is back here in the prep room behind the stage. I can hear someone talking and background music playing out in front. The auditorium's filling up, too, last time I checked.

The stage itself is large enough to hold a full orchestra or a Broadway production. The prep room is a quarter of that, still roomy enough for everyone to be here at once. There are small cubicles and shelves stuffed with assorted leftovers from previous shows, hangers with costumes and props, and, of course, mirrors. Harsh industrial lights hang from overhead. It's not like in the movies where the star girl powders up at a set all to herself. Half the girls here are vying for mirror space as they try to touch up one last stray bit of hair or makeup. Some boys, too. There's lots of legs, cleavage, bodies on full display. I can't tell if some of them are prepping for a strip show or a talent show.

It's all bullshit.

Hayden keeps glancing into the mirror and fidgeting with his hair. He pulls at his midnight blue shirt, tugging at the collar. He combs his fingers through his hair another time, then scratches a spot on his head, messing up his hair.

I walk over to him and slap him lightly on the back. "Relax. You'll do fine."

I trade meaningless words with him, but I'm barely paying attention to what I'm saying. The scholarship girls are on the opposite side of the prep room fussing over themselves. I try not to make it obvious, but I can't help but keep an eye on Cin.

She's in a simple but elegant dress that's the color of dark gold, unlike the rest of the scholarship girls who are in the same white dresses with pink heels, a gift from Damian, I’d heard. That gives me a small sense of satisfaction.

The flowing fabric of Cin’s dress accentuates the curves of her figure but without showing trashy amounts of skin like the others. It’s not just her clothes that set her apart. Cin's standing near the others, but their body language makes it clear that she’s not one of them. And why should she be? She's miles above them; that's obvious to anyone who sees her.

I think she looks over at me once, but it's hard to say with the small crowd milling about back here. Seeing her alone, despite being surrounded by all these people, kills me, though. I want to walk over, hold her, tell her that everything will be all right. But I'm stuck here babysitting Hayden-fucking-Crocker.

Cin's head swivels as something catches her attention. Not something. Someone.

Damian makes his way through the crowd to reach Cin. He's in a dark blue sports jacket, gray pants, gliding casually across the room. The fuck is he doing here? He's not involved in the show at all.

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