CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
DAWN'S POV CONTINUES.
Devon?
His name was Devon.
What a charming name.
I didn't want to let go of this letter in my hand, even though I was actually meant to.
" Give it to me pretty" The playboy who had been addressed as Devon nudged with a gentle tone which I found genuinely baffling.
He seemed like the rough type so I expected him to get fed up with my hesitation and just yank the note out of my hand.
Unquestionably, he could do so with ease but it seemed like he wanted to toy with me a little further.
Still, I clung tightly to the paper, my gaze unflinchingly fixed on it.
The feel of Devon's warm hands brushing against mine made my skin tingle. My heart began to flutter, my breath pausing in my throat.
My body jolted slightly at the electrifying feel of his palm caressing mine.
Soon noticing the effects his presence imposed on me, he gave a dirty smile, seductively biting his lower lips.
In response to his coquettish gestures, my entire body began to feel hot and sweaty, to my surprise.
" What is in there, Devon?" I heard the calm-looking guy ask, a hint of impatience in his tone.
Promptly snatching the letter from my grasp, Devon turned to his brother, that one action of his igniting in me a slight amount of annoyance that I couldn't even figure out the reason for.
I shifted my gaze from his black hair to the calm-looking guy, noticing his jaw tighten, a grin overlapping his demeanor as he flashed at Devon a threatening glare.
'Why?' I pondered.
Devon turned away from me completely, the letter now in his hand, his shoulders shrugging before he began reading out aloud.
Worry once again engulfed me, goosebumps emerging upon every inch of my skin.
" I know you three are the school's terror but to me, you are the cutest. I also know you three are in love with me" He read out, and at his words my eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets. My mind abruptly went blank as I attempted to process the words I had just heard.
" Oh?" The third guy exclaimed, giggling sheepishly.
The calm-looking guy, on the other hand, recoiled in shock as Devon's narration continued.
He glanced at me in disbelief, and my instantly face lost all color, turning pale. I strangely didn't want him to feel disappointed in me.
Devon continued, he diverted his attention from me, returning it to him.
" It is rumored across the school that no one crosses your path and gets away with it but I did, and you all did nothing, meaning you guys are interested in me. I feel so honored, so thereby I am offering myself as a slave to you all, to do your bidding and as you all like. Love, Dawn." Devon concluded.
' What?' I thought inwardly.
I had never written anything like this.
Just then it sank in like an anchor— I had been framed.
I felt my heart drop and shatter into millions of pieces, an agony so overwhelming that it could not be quantified brewing within my being, however, I tried my best to keep myself together.
The calm-looking fellow shifted his gaze towards me again and this time, his demeanor didn't seem so calm.
His lips were downturned into a frown, his shoulders slumped and his eyes hooded with disappointment.
Noticeable beads of perspiration gathered around my forehead, the sounds of my heavy, quickening breaths flowing into my ears, which surely, was audible enough for the trio to hear as well.
"N-no no-no" I stuttered, shaking my head in disbelief and denial, desperately hoping for a chance to exonerate myself from this entire thing.
All three of them seemed dispirited. I didn't want them to be. I had been framed!
I was still unable to come to terms with the fact that they could and had actually done this to me.
' I thought they were my friends' I muttered inwardly, fighting back tears.
" You want to be our slave, right?" The third guy questioned and at his words, I once again began to shake my head frantically, attempting to speak up again but the words simply refused to come forth.
I had to put in even more effort to force them out before they finally did.
" No, no, no. I did not write that" I denied, tremors wracking through my body, my eyes widening in horror.
I desperately hoped they would believe me.
I was clearly scared and wary of them so how on Earth could I have mustered the boldness to not only write that but personally deliver it to them?
"Then who did? Your wolf?" Devon asked, both he and his other brother bursting into laughter.
The calm-looking guy, on the other hand, continued assessing me with his eyes, my movements turning jerky and uncoordinated, in reaction to his unshifting stare.
I was stifled by Devon's words and felt utterly devastated, knowing he was bullying me just like the other students of the school.
Words couldn't express the heart-wrenching pain and hurt I felt within.
My entire world came crashing down, and I simply wanted to drop to the ground and curl up into a slobbering, sobbing mess.
However, I still kept myself in together.
'Well, what else was to be expected?' I asked myself inwardly in a bid to cope with the overwhelming sadness engulfing my being.
" That's if she has one because I can't perceive she does" The third of the trio pointed out and I couldn't feel more embarrassed by my own existence.
I looked away, my face flushing red with shame, as my eyes darted around, my lower lids swelling with tears.
" You've stated in the letter what you want and that's what you'll get," I heard the calm-looking guy's voice and immediately turned to face him, my mouth opening agape, as I stared at him with pleading eyes.
As I stared at the guy, hoping for him to find the innocence in my gaze, I noticed his eyes drift and momentarily fix on my lips, weird desires that I simply couldn't identify erupting within me.
Then again, there was this slight, fleeting feeling in my gut that the brothers were aware of the letter being forged but simply wished to derive pleasure from torturing me.
" Also, point of correction. You mean nothing to us. The only reason why we didn't do anything to you then was because we couldn't afford to waste our strengths on worthless, wolfless trash like you. A poor, little, church rat." Devon, the only one out of the three of them of whose name I was aware of, snarkily added.
With tears streaming down my face, I turned and made to leave, realizing the embarrassment and mockeries had escalated beyond what I could bear.
I heard footsteps from behind me which were ignored. All of a sudden, my right arm was roughly grabbed, a low, frightened squeal escaping me.
I turned to look at the person who had grabbed my arm, realizing it was none other than the third of the trio.
" Where do you think you are going slave?" He questioned snarkily and I winced at the crude title he addressed me with.
" Have you forgotten your words already?" He inquired.
I gazed at him, my eyes darting. I felt like a fire had been lit inside my chest.
" You can't leave until you have completed all your chores. You have to do your homework, do your laundry, and clean up after us anytime. We'll need your services until our last day in this school and you have to start now." He explained.
I couldn't even utter a word in retaliation and simply went mute, trying my best to endure the agonizing aches and stiffness around my chest.
" Why don't you all just give her our homework to take back with her to her hostel?" The calm-looking guy suggested and I once again had that gut feeling it was to help me get out of three.
Perhaps he had noticed my immense distress.
I inwardly appreciated his thoughtfulness.
They all agreed with his suggestion and began tossing their books into my frozen arms.
" I am pretty sure you can manage" Devon added with a flirty wink as he showed me out of their private lounge.