An Unwanted Savior
435 Words
Ava stormed out of the school, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
She hated this place.
Hated the hallways filled with whispers.
Hated the stares.
Hated them.
Lucas, Jace, the entire privileged crowd that treated her like an outsider simply because she wasn’t one of them.
And most of all—she hated Damian Lancaster.
Her heart still pounded from their brief exchange. The way he’d just stood there, staring at Lucas like he actually gave a damn.
But he didn’t.
Damian wasn’t her savior.
He wasn’t on her side.
He was just another Lancaster.
Another spoiled rich boy who got to play by his own rules.
Ava inhaled sharply, forcing herself to push the thoughts aside.
She just needed to get home.
Away from this school.
Away from them.
She turned the corner, stepping onto the street, when a sleek black car pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down.
“Ava.”
She froze.
That voice.
Her stomach twisted.
She turned—and sure enough, Damian Lancaster sat in the driver’s seat.
His usual cold expression was in place, his dark eyes unreadable.
Ava clenched her jaw. “What do you want?”
Damian’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel. “Get in.”
A bitter laugh escaped her. “Excuse me?”
“Get in the car,” he repeated, his voice calm but firm.
Ava took a step back.
“Are you insane?” she snapped. “Why the hell would I get in a car with you?”
Damian sighed, clearly irritated. “Because Lucas and Jace left a few minutes ago, and I don’t trust them not to pull something.”
Ava’s jaw tightened.
Of course.
Lucas.
She had been so focused on getting out of school that she hadn’t even considered the possibility of them waiting for her.
And now—
No.
She wasn’t going to be saved by another Lancaster.
“I don’t need your help,” she said flatly.
Damian exhaled through his nose.
“Ava—”
“No,” she cut him off. “You don’t get to act like you care. Not when you’re just like them.”
Something flickered in his eyes.
For a second, she thought she saw anger.
Or something close to it.
Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
His face smoothed over, his usual indifference settling in.
“Suit yourself,” he said.
Then—he drove off.
Leaving Ava standing there.
Heart racing.
Mind spinning.
And for some reason—regretting the way her own words had tasted on her tongue.
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