Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

From his interviews, it appears he genuinely loves racing. Then why did he risk it? It’s still unclear how long his suspension will last.

Will he return and compete again? Him not doing what he loves saddens me. Was it that dreaded destiny that put him in my path?

Of all the high schools, he had to come here and disturb my life.

Blake shouts from the hallway. I didn’t even know he was here.

“One of you wanna join my party? Kidding. Just wanted to say goodnight.”

I’m out of my room in the next second and cross my arms over my chest. “When will you stop? It’s not worth the trouble if the Family finds out.”

“Live a little. It’s just a party.”

“One sec. I’m coming with you,” I blurt out, aware that I can’t stop myself even if I try.

His eyes widen in surprise, and I rush back into my room to change. I tell myself I’m going to watch over Blake; someone needs to, even though I’m ignoring that this is the first time I’ve done it. I keep telling myself it has nothing to do with Dane, but I can lie all I want. I am acutely aware of the true reason.

I opt for ripped jeans, a crop top, and a biker jacket. After I apply smokey eye makeup, I pull my hair into a high ponytail. Looking in the mirror, I smile at myself, knowing that this is a stolen moment just to pretend I’m not a marionette in someone else’s hands. When Blake sees me, his eyes shine with approval. “I missed this Abi.”

He pulls me into a hug, and I say, “Come on, before I change my mind.”

But the moment he opens the door, Kaden walks toward us along with Bailey.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” he says.

No, I don’t, but I am beyond being rational.

“Have fun. Love the combo,” Bailey says, hugging her laptop before she disappears inside.

“This is not okay. She’s spending practically every waking moment with her head in some device.”

“That’s her coping mechanism,” Kaden says and walks down the hallway to his apartment.

I can just head back inside and put a stop to this before it’s too late, but it’s impossible to suppress this urge to see Dane.

Decision made, I Inhale deeply, putting one foot in front of the other with Blake by my side. While we walk in silence, my brain and heart war over what I should do and what I want to do, splitting me in two.

When Blake and I near the woods at the far edge of the school grounds, doubts creep up in my mind, nerves making me all jittery.

“What are you so worried about?” Blake asks.

“You know what they do when they find out we love something.”

“And who’s going to tell?”

“The Family always has a way of finding things out.”

Blake pulls me to his side, and we keep walking until we reach the meadow in the forest. A large bonfire burns in the middle of the clearing. Most students surround it, chatting animatedly and drinking freely. It must be nice to let loose and party without care or worry. A pang of jealousy hits me. I could never belong among them.

We pass by a large speaker propped up on a truck bed, blaring hip-hop. Hearing my favorite music, I hum to the lyrics, but then I realize where I am and immediately stop, pulling myself together.

Blake leads us to a makeshift table, and I can’t contain my curiosity.

“How are you able to pull this off?”

“I have my ways.”

Movement halts, with all eyes on me. Once again, I’ve become the center of attention. Squaring my shoulders, I hold my chin high, glaring at them until they stop staring at me.