The Wild Mustang & The Dancing Fairy: A Gorgeous Villain Prequel Novella by Saffron Kent (ereader for textbooks .txt) 📗

And since then, he has helped me with my routine.

He has lifted me, assisted me with jumps and leaps.

He’s made me better.

Surely if I tell them all of this, they won’t hate him, will they?

They can’t.

I mean, yes there’s this rivalry and years of hatred between him and Ledger, years of them sabotaging each other on the field and at practice just to have the top spot.

But can’t they move past it?

Can’t Conrad see that Reed isn’t as selfish as he thinks he is?

He’s so much more than just a villain.

He’s an amazing big brother. A protector.

A guy who keeps his promises. First by apologizing to Ledger that night, and then, by not even looking at another girl.

Because he hasn’t.

Not since he made that promise to me, the night he took me for a ride in his Mustang for the first time.

I haven’t seen him with a girl in the hallways. I haven’t seen him flirting or taking any interest in them. In fact, the other day I overheard a few girls talking in the restroom during lunch. About how Reed has seemed distant and distracted over the past few weeks.

See?

He can be a good guy, if he wants to.

Only he doesn’t want to.

Not right now at least.

Not as I watch him on the soccer field, practicing with the team.

Well, there’s no practice going on right now because the two star players are currently facing off against each other.

It’s the same scene from that game weeks ago, the one that started everything.

Ledger is all angry and bunched up and Reed is cool and relaxed.

I know I should move on and not get involved. I never have before.

I was actually on my way to my own practice at the auditorium.

Tomorrow is my show that I’ve been practicing for for months and we’re doing a full dress rehearsal.

Actually, tomorrow’s also the day of the championship soccer game for Bardstown High and I’m still trying to figure out how I can both watch the game and make it to my own show.

But anyway, right now my plan is to just watch him play for a few minutes, hidden away behind the bleachers, and then leave to get to my own rehearsal.

But now I’m walking toward them, toward the crowd, the two camps, the Mustang and the Thorn.

Conrad and his assistant coaches are trying to settle everyone down. But when Con glares at Reed, snaps something at him and points to the bench, I know that it’s only going to exacerbate the problem.

Reed glares back at Con and I grimace, thinking that he’s going to say something to my brother and his coach, something disrespectful. But thankfully all he does is spit on the ground and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and leave.

Or is about to, when something happens and it’s Ledger.

Just as Reed is about to turn away, Ledger taunts, “Hey, Jackson! Can’t wait to beat you tomorrow. Once and for all. You’re going to regret not taking your dad’s advice and quitting the team. You pollute everything you touch anyway.”

Oh crap. Ledger!

He was leaving, leaving and my brother had to go and ruin it.

Reed’s dad is a touchy subject.

I know that.

So apparently, his dad, the famous builder who owns everything in this town, hates the fact that Reed plays soccer. According to him, it’s a huge waste of Reed’s time because he wants his son to take over the business.

“My dad is an asshole,” Tempest told me one day. “Like, a complete asshole. A negligent father. Bad, cheater of a husband. I’m glad I live far away from him. Though I miss my brother. I hate that he has to deal with our dad alone. And mom’s no help. She lives in her own la-la land. But honestly though, Reed wouldn’t let me deal with him anyway. He likes to protect me from stuff.”

So I know there’s tension between Reed and his dad.

I don’t know the extent of it because Tempest was right, Reed doesn’t like to talk about it, and I’ve tried to get him to only for him to shut down and grow angry.

Even right now, after Ledger’s unnecessary taunt, he’s done the same.

He’s turned angry and rigid. Like stone.

Which only lasts for maybe two to three seconds before he fists his hands at his sides.

And then I already know what’s going to happen.

I already know that Reed is going to hit my brother, and when he lands a mean punch on Ledger’s face, I flinch.

I flinch even more when Ledger goes in for a payback punch.

Suddenly the crowd that had calmed down grows heated once again and somehow everyone is on everyone. There are shouts and curses and thumps and grunts.

And in the middle of it all are Ledger and Reed.

They’re grappling, beating each other up. There’s so much malice between them. So much pent-up aggression, years of trying to best each other, to come out on top, to bring each other down.

Years of hatred that are just pouring out on their last day of practice together.

Suddenly I realize that it doesn’t matter what I tell them, my brothers, or what I tell him even. They’re never ever going to get along.

Not if they can help it.

He’s sitting on the hood of his car, facing away from me, staring at something in the near darkness.

He doesn’t have his hoodie on – it’s May now so he shouldn’t feel all that cold, but still – and through the thin material of his light-colored t-shirt, I can see the slabs of his muscled back shifting with each breath he takes.

I knew he’d be here.

At this spot, in the woods.

Located at the edge of town, where his party was that night. This is also where we usually end up when he takes me out on rides.

He looks so still, so deep in his thoughts, that I feel like I’m intruding. That I feel like I should leave him alone.

But I can’t.

He