That wasn’t what he was about to do. Well, maybe it was. But it didn’t look like the only thing he was planning. I grabbed his arm. “I don’t want you to fight my battle for me.”
He lowered his eyebrows. “It’s our battle, Brooklyn. We’re a team. And no one - no one - talks about my fiancé like that.”
“If you want me to be the bigger person, you have to be too.”
“The things they were saying…” his voice trailed off.
Yeah, I’d heard it too. I’d seen it written. And now literally everyone at Empire High had seen me in my underwear. Holding James’ hand. Isabella was trying to make it seem like I was with James so that Matt would dump me. But Matt had said we were fine. So I should have been able to drop it and move on. Maybe it was the Pruitt blood in my veins. Or the fact that I had a mobster father. But all I wanted to do was make Isabella pay for this.
Hell, I wanted to roll up my sleeves and punch Isabella in her stupid face. But Matt said that wasn’t me. And it wasn’t the Matt I fell in love with either.
“I’ve been patient, Brooklyn. When you told me what happened between you and James. When you told me you were seeing someone else when we were fighting. I’ve been trying so hard to be understanding. But the things our classmates are saying about you? I’ve been patient with you, but I don’t need to be patient with them. No one should ever talk to you like that. And what kind of person would I be if I didn’t go out there and defend you? I can only take so much. I’m about to snap.”
I could see that. I knew he had a temper. And I knew that my behavior had tested him. I didn’t want him to lose control because of me. I took a deep breath. “Well, your fiancée doesn’t want you to get kicked out of school.” I put my hands on his chest. “You said it yourself. Isabella’s not going to break us. And if you want me to be better than her, you have to be better than all of them too. Because I know you are.”
He ran his hand down his face and sighed. “Fucking Isabella.”
I laughed. “I think you meant…fuck Isabella.”
He laughed too. “You are better.” He ran his thumbs beneath my eyes to remove the rest of my tears. “And I’m trying to be better for you too.”
“I’m really sorry about the pictures of me and James…”
“I don’t care about some stupid pictures. I know you’re not in love with James.”
I smiled up at him. “No, because I’m very much in love with you.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up.
“How long do you think it’ll take for someone to remove all those pictures?” I asked. The thought made tears come to my eyes again. My uncle would have had to clean up that mess. He would have seen the pictures of me in my underwear and all those nasty words. The thought made me mad all over again.
“I’m going to go talk to the principal and make sure he knows what actually happened,” Matt said. “And I actually am going to go get my jacket out of your locker for you to wear. Stay here, okay?”
I nodded.
He placed a kiss against my lips. “Us against the world, Brooklyn.”
I watched him walk out of the bathroom and I leaned against one of the sinks. Us against the world.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out. There was a text from Rob: “So what’s the going rate, Sanders?”
I groaned and texted him back. “Bite me.”
“Oh, I’m planning on it. And we both know I don’t need to pay you for it.”
I rolled my eyes and set my phone down. Rob was funny, but I wasn’t ready to laugh about this yet. Not when there were literally thousands of pictures out in that hall advertising my prostitution services. I pulled my ruined tights off and threw them in the trash.
Another text came through: “Please tell me Operation Disappearing Troll is back on?”
I bit the inside of my lip. I was angry at Isabella. I was so freaking pissed. My phone buzzed again.
“And if so…I really need those blueprints to the Pruitts’ apartment.”
I actually laughed. I had no idea why our pudding prank needed blueprints, but Rob seemed to really think it did. He’d been bugging me to get them for weeks but would never say why he needed them. It was tempting to just tell him to do whatever the hell he had planned. But I wasn’t going to stoop to Isabella’s level. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. And I wouldn’t go against my promises to Matt.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” I texted back.