TARA'S POV
When the Royce pulled over in school, I knew who it was. Crushing the cigarette with the shoes, I jumped down the pavement and walked to the parking lot.
The blonde man was exactly who I expected to see.
"I'm guessing you're not here to see your brother," I drawled, leaning against the car. He shut the door and turned promptly to me, his posture so erect that I feared for his bones.
"We got a letter from your school yesterday. Your brother is not pleased with you," he said softly, resting those beautiful honey-brown eyes on me.
I tried not to get distracted. He was almost twelve years older than me.
"My brother? You and I know that Bennett doesn't care about me. I don't care what he thinks either," I huffed.
It was a lie and I hated that he could see through me.
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