Chapter 10

Once Draven left, Adrian's expression flipped.

Like a switch, the passionate gaze he was giving me turned cold, even throwing the medicine he was applying at me.

“Apply it yourself,” Adrian said, even his smirk was gone, he was ice cold.

Why had his mood done a complete three-sixty?

Was this the real him finally coming out?

Thinking back, I realized that there was one common denominator, every time Adrian was trying to seduce me.

Draven.

Did Adrian somehow figure out that Draven and I had dated in secret?

Was he seriously using me to get to Draven?

Sitting up l, the pain radiating through my body was ignored as anger filled and fueled me.

“I'm your stepsister now,” I said, voice laced with growing anger, “you can't keep taking advantage of me.”

“I don't give a damn,” Adrian said leaning closer, cruel words falling from his tongue, “ what kind of stepsister sleeps with her stepbrother?”

His eyes appeared as cold as ice.

Adrian disgusted me at that moment.

“What kind of man uses a woman as a tool to get back at his brother?” I asked, glaring at him.

Not flinching when his gaze grew even colder, not saying anything.

He was even trying to deny that this whole time, he was just using me to piss off Draven.

I couldn’t believe that this was his true face.

With what strength I could muster, I shoved him away, scrambling to get off the bed.

I just wanted to get back to my dorm, as far from Adrian as possible.

“Need some help?” Adrian asked, teasingly as I stumbled, having trouble steading myself because of the meds and my injuries.

Was he laughing at me right now?

God he's such a prick. And I am so stupid for falling for his games.

“I can do it myself,” I said angrily, grabbing my clothes, heading to the changing rooms to change out of the patient gown the doctor put me in.

“Just get away from me.”

I couldn’t show him that he got to me, I am a way better person than him.

Cathy was there, surprising me, embarrassment flooded through me.

I was still happy to see her, finally someone truly on my side was here.

Had she overheard my conversation with Adrian?

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about anything that happened, the embarrassment and shame from it was too much.

“There you are,” Cathy said, worried, her gaze sweeping over me, “what the hell happened to you?”

“Bitch Barbie and her plastic minions cornered me,” I said before she pulled me into a gentle hug.

For the first time in days I felt cared for, genuinely, it almost had me in tears.

Damn, Cathay gives the best hugs, maybe it’s because she is so warm or something but she just does.

It was exactly what I needed after dealing with that two-faced Adrian.

Pulling back. I looked at her, giving her a tired smile.

“How’d you know I was here?” I asked, confused, “if you didn’t know about Rebecca and her group messing with me.”

“I overheard someone say you were carried here,” she said, worriedly after taking in my visible injuries, “plus, you missed the last few soccer club meetings, I was worried.

“So I rushed here as fast as I could, to come check on you.”

Damn, I had forgotten that tomorrow was Lupine's sports day, and that I had signed up for the soccer compilation.

I knew it would look good, especially being on scholarship, plus if I got first place I could snag a scholarship to cover for next semester.

Being soccer was my best sport, I was feeling pretty confident about entering it.

But now, after everything that's happened…

“Do you need help getting back to the dorm?” she asked, taking in all my new found bruises.

Cathy's concerned voice broke my train of thought.

“I'm okay,” I lied, quickly changing back into my ruined uniform, wincing when trying to put weight on my right leg.

Cathy's gaze suddenly fell to the large blooding bruise around my knee.

“There is no way you can compete like this tomorrow,” Cathy said, worried as she held out her arm to help me.

It felt nice to have someone who genuinely wanted to help me.

“You can complete the next time we have a sporting event, once you're healed.”

I knew that logically, she was right.

I definitely wasn't in the best shape right now but the scholarship was my ticket to a better job after graduation.

It was also my ticket to getting the hell away from my new messed up family.

“I'm fine,” I said, insisting, “ I wanna head over to training now.”

Cathy looked at me, ready to argue but I wouldn't give in and she knew that.

“Fine, let's go.” She said with concern and support at the same time.

After a less pitiful walk than just before, Cathy and I arrived at the soccer field.

Getting there only to find a crowd of screaming girls going crazy.

It was like a mating ritual gone wrong, and it really had my head hurting from all the screams.

Walking around them we spotted the cause in an instant, my stomach tightened at the sight before me.

There on the field clad in his purple, black and white practice uniform was none other than Draven, along with B Class student players.

He was the last person I wanted to see right now.

What was going on that had him here?

A Class rarely practiced with other students.

Always preferring to take advantage of all their prestige and privileges that are just thrown at them to train on exclusive fields, just for them.

No wonder all Draven’s crazy followers gathered here to lose it over the rare sight of him practicing in public.

I mean he was the most popular guy at Lupine.

At halftime, the players took a break, many of the girls taking the chance to rush over to the guys, but mainly to Draven.

They offered him towels to wipe his sweat, water bottles, hell even a hand fan if he wanted.

It was like a circus and Draven was the big red tent and everything inside all wrapped up into one.

A break I gladly took to try to deal with the pain I was in.

Draven noticed me leaning on the railing in front of the bleachers, away from the crowd.

He walks over to me, much to the surprise of everyone here, myself included.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, frowning at me, his glances at my knee briefly.

“I came to practice,” I said, doing my best to remain unaffected by his presence, “for tomorrow.”

And to get away from you, but I dare not say that, only thought it.

Draven took in my appearance. His face did not have any emotion.

My fresh bruises and a couple cuts cover quite a bit of my exposed skin.

My knee being the worst of it.

“Don't get too carried away,” Draven snorts coldly, “in your current state you're most likely to faint on the field and I'm sure as hell not going to carry you to the infirmary again.”

I froze and looked at him stunned.

Draven brought me to the infirmary?