"Oh," Brooke said, looking down at her collar bone and then back to Indianna. "Yeah, he has. I try to keep it covered," she scratched the black swirls that were branded onto her skin. "I don't like it. It shows to other werewolves that I 'belong' to someone." Brooke shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I don't belong to shit. Us girls gotta stick together, yeah? No matter what Greyson says to you, you are independent. We are both strong, independent females in a patriarchal society. It's tough being a girl in a werewolf world, but we can deal with it." Brooke pulled a top on and smiled at Indianna.
"You don't like mates do you?" Indianna said, swapping her top for the PE top.
"I don't like the whole 'male owns female' thing werewolves got going on. I hate how patriarchal it is. Males are very dominant and it just annoys me how they think they can control everything the female does."
"Does Harry do that?"
Brooke wiggled her eyebrows and lowered her skirt to the floor. "Honey, he tries." She pulled on a the PE shorts and grinned at Indianna.
"More like she tries," Sasha said, smirking at Brooke as she walked over. "This girl over here would get down on both knees and suck him off while dressed like a clown in front of the whole school if Harry asked her to."
"I would not!" Brooke exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth in horror.
"She likes to think she wouldn't, but Harry has his ways of persuading her," Alice smirked, walking over with Violet.
"Girls, I don't even like him that much," Brooke scoffed. "And he couldn't make me do anything I didn't want to do! I wear the trousers in the relationship if you must know."
"And I'm the Queen of China," Violet laughed. "Remember when you went through that while phase of trying to ignore him as much as possible? He got very pissed very quickly? Remember?"
"Okay, he's a little bit controlling and definitely wears the trousers," Brooke pouted. "But he would never be able to get me in a clown suit while sucking him off. That's ridiculous, who do you think I am?"
"Someone who's in love!" Sasha sung.
"I do not love him," Brooke muttered, but she knew no one believed her. "I don't love him," she repeated and stuffed her feet into a pair of trainers.
"She does this a lot," Sasha chuckled. "She says one thing, for example 'I don't love him', and means the exact opposite, for example 'I love him so much'."
"Shut up!" Brooke grumbled and hit her friend in the arm.
"You fell in love the day you walked through those school doors and set eyes on him," Violet giggled and nudged Brooke. "Brooke was new too, Indianna."
"You were?" Indianna said in surprise, putting her shorts on.
"Yep," Brooke nodded. "Moved to this little town about a year ago."
"Why did you move?"
"Parents," she said and rolled her eyes. "They had a messy breakup so I came and stayed with Brandon and my aunt and uncle."
Indianna walked into class after lunch and sat right at the back. She rested her chin on her hand and waited for the teacher to turn up, which was a rare sight in this school.
"Hi, Indianna," Brandon said and took a seat next to her. "How are you?"
"Fine," she shrugged. "You?"
"Good," he smiled and his eyes flickered around the class. "Isn't Brooke supposed to be here?"
"Her and Harry are fighting," Indianna said quietly and Brandon frowned.
"Oh," he said. "She needs to break up with that asshole."
"She loves him," Indianna said.
"He's a twat," Brandon snapped. "The whole lot of them are, especially Greyson."
Indianna arched an eyebrow at Brandon who shrugged.
"I know you two have a 'thing', but he's a dick."
"He is rather irritating," Indianna agreed.
*Excuse me?*
*Shut up.*
"Then why are you with him?" Brandon asked.
*Choose your answer carefully, sugar,* Greyson said with a small chuckle.
"Because," Indianna said, "I like him." It took a lot to force the words out. It looked as if she was lying, trying to justify her reasons for being with Greyson, but she was telling the truth. She liked Greyson.
"Why? Why do you like him?"
*I think the little cunt needs a punch,* Greyson said coldly, but Indianna ignored him.
"To be honest, I have no clue," Indianna admitted.
"He's an asshole."
"You don't know him."
"I've known him a lot longer than you, Indianna."
"Doesn't mean you know him," she countered. "Time doesn't mean anything. You don't know anything about him."
"And you do? You know all of his secrets?"
"Sometimes I wish I didn't," she muttered and sighed.
"Do you honestly have feelings for him?" Brandon asked.
"Why do you care?" Indianna said, not meaning to sound as rude as she did.
"You seem like a nice person, Indianna. I don't want Greyson to use you like he's used other girls. He's bad news."
"He may be bad news, but he isn't using me," Indianna said. "He really isn't."
"I don't trust him. I don't trust Harry either, but I can't do anything about them two. Brooke won't listen to me."
"And you think I will?"
"You're smart, Indianna, don't be blind to Greyson. Realise him for what he is."
*I'm seriously going to kill this bastard,* Greyson growled. *Who the fuck does he think he is?*
"Brandon, drop the subject," Indianna muttered.
*What classroom are you in, sugar?*
*I'm having a lovely time, Greyson, and do not wish to be interrupted by you punching Brandon,* Indianna said sarcastically.
*He's a little bitch.*
*Calm down.*
*Let me kill the cunt and I will.*
"Indianna, please go," Iris said softly and Indianna gritted her teeth, but headed to the stairs.
Her phone sounded as she went up the stairs and she viewed the text.
Looks like the grown ups are talking and poor little Indianna has been sent to her room.
-R
Indianna froze and a cold feeling ran through her. Whoever this R was, they knew what had just happened.
How?
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