Chapter 5

“What happened?” Shelby's quick words cut through my emotions. I have never been so nervous, and I don't even know why. Something is different from those two than the boys I am used to.

They are cold, like they just don't give a shit about nothing but themselves. Like one wrong word, I may actually end up in a ditch, but that's ridiculous, of course.

“They wanted to introduce themselves-” I stutter out and can't even finish my damn sentence.

What the hell was that, even? And who do they actually think they are to even speak to me like that?

“Let's just forget about them,” I suggest as Shelby now leads me out the back door towards the girl's dorm. Thank God, I don't think the boys can get to me there.

I looked up at the building as we got closer, and each door outside the building had balconies. I will have to make sure I keep my door locked.

Hopefully, my room's at the top.

“Yeah, let's just go to our rooms and rest for the remainder of the day. I don't think I'm going to go eat for the rest of the day. I would rather not run into any of them, especially the Knights," she whispers before opening the door, leading us inside the dorm room and as soon as the door closed I felt so much better and yeah, a little safe from those assholes.

My heart calms down more now that I'm indoors, and they can't see me even if they were watching me.

Something about them made me really want to run away, but I stood my ground and showed them they couldn't just fucking mess with me like that.

Shelby shows me to my room, and I'm on the top floor along with her, who is actually a few doors down.

“I'm going to head inside my room. Okay? Here's my number. Text me in a bit, so I can have yours as well” she smiles before handing me a piece of paper and walks away, leaving me alone.

Taking a deep breath, I used my key card to unlock my door and step inside

Wow! This room is nice. It's more like a damn apartment than a dorm room, but hell, I am not going to complain. It has an open kitchen with a fridge and stove with white marble tops on the black counters, along with a small bar area with bar stools.

Taking a look around, I see that, I also have a couch with a big screen TV hanging on the wall.

Wow!

Is this how all the dorms look? This is awesome. I never had my own TV. I quickly rushed to the couch and turned it on, seeing that it's a smart TV and has all of the streaming apps already downloaded. I guess I'll have to use a bit of my money to get me an account with one of them.

I quickly searched them all up to find out which one was cheapest. I typed my information in, and I was happy to see that I got a free trial for a month.

That's good. That will give me more time to figure out a way to make some money for myself.

I settle down on the couch and scroll through the TV series. I have a school blanket hanging on the back of the couch, pulling it down, I get snuggled up and see a baking show. I do like to bake, so that's interesting. It's calledcakee wars.

I don't plan on leaving for the rest of the day, I don't want to run into those boys again before my class actually starts, so I'm going to stay in here.

Pulling out my phone and the piece of paper with Shelby's number from my pocket, I quickly programmed her number into my phone and sent her a quick text.

It's Lexi. I'm watching a movie. You can come over if you want, is what I texted her.

My phone dings telling me I got a message back, and I don't have many people's numbers on my phone, just her, the school, and my social worker.

She texted back, "I saved your number, and no, that's okay, I'm staying inside for the rest of the day." Thank you, though.

Me- See you tomorrow.

I locked my phone back up before laying it on the nightstand beside the couch, getting comfortable, and laid down just as the first episode started to play.

I can't believe Zane treated me like that earlier. I am very much aware that he doesn't like my mother married to his father, but still, that's not a reason for him to be nasty to me.

I didn't do him anything, and we are going to have to live together on the weekends. Doesn't he want to coexist in peace while we do that?

I do.

I don't want to go to my new home and meet my birth mother for the first time, all to have it ruined because of an arrogant teenage boy.

As I'm watching the TV show, I hear a soft ding informing me that I have a text message.

I quickly paused my show, thinking that Shelby may have changed her mind, but I nearly dropped my phone when I saw I got a message from a group chat.

What the heck? I didn't create a group chat with anyone. Who would add me to this? I pressed my thumb down against my phone screen and unlocked my phone.

My mother made a group chat called Little Family, with her, me, Alex Blackmor, and his rude son Zane.

Mom- Hi children. Your father and I are having a good time in Spain. The beaches are fabulous. I hope you both got a chance to meet one another today. I'm so happy Lexi as her new brother to help her learn the ways of her new school. Thank you Zane your such a sweetheart for agreeing to show her around for me and tell Alec thanks from us as well.

Oh? He was supposed to show me around, was he? I quickly started to reply back, wanting her to know that even though Zane may have agreed but he didn't follow through.

Zane- I was happy to help my stepsister.

I almost choked on my spit when my eyes followed and read those words. Happy to help his stepsister? He basically told me he would make me suck his dick?

How in the world was that him helping me?

My fingers quickly flew across the small keyboard, needing to explain to my mother that my new "sweetheart" of a stepbrother did not show me around today. He will he lucky if I don't mention what happened in the lunchroom to my mother.

Me- Actually, mother, a nice girl named Shelby, met me out front when I got here and showed me around. I'm glad you are both having a good time in Spain.

Zane - Yes ma'am and Alec and I also had lunch with her and her friend today.

Mom - That's great, dear. I have to go now. Love yall.

Is he serious?

My mother couldn't have taken ten minutes out of her day to hear about my first day at school. She rushed off again like she always di. Itt's sad and a little bit disheartening.

It's getting late, and I'm now hungry. I actually finished the first season of cake wars, and I won't lie. That looks fun as hell, but nerve-wracking. I don't think I could do that.

I get up to stretch my legs and notice the clock on the wall says 6pm, jeez I really was into that show, and I'm pretty sure I missed dinner. I walk slowly into the kitchen, hoping I can find something, but I try my best not to get too excited. Why would they think to stock my kitchen.

I walk up to the fridge and swing open the doors, peeping inside, and actually have to stop myself from yelling with joy. There isn't much in here, but I see something wrapped in tinfoil and a bottle of water.

Beggars can't be choosers.

I'll eat whatever I can right now.

I'm not picky.

I close the fridge door with my feet and hear it slam shut as I place the tinfoil pan on the counter and slowly peel it back.

It's spaghetti.

Yummy, maybe this is a welcome meal or something like that. I won't complain, and that's actually nice of the school to do that.

I hurry and place the plate in the microwave and put it, going for a minute and a half. Once it's done, I look around and don't see a single freaking fork anywhere in this room. I guess I will have to use my fingers. That's okay, wouldn't be the first time.

I grab it out of the microwave and hurry back to the couch, and press the remote to start the next season of cake wars. I cover my legs with the blanket and begin to eat the spaghetti.

About twenty minutes later, I'm feeling sleepy. My eyes are growing heavy, and I don't even have enough strength to pick the aluminum pan off my lap before my eyes flutter close.

Later, I came awake with a start when I heard a door close. What the fuck? I don't even remember falling asleep, but I couldn't think more because something was shoved over my head covering my face. I try to push my body up from the couch but hands are holding me down keeping me from getting up, my vision starts to blur, and the last thing I hear is the sound of deep male laughter.