Taming the Beast

Chapter 10 (Caroline)

(Caroline’s POV)

Have I mentioned that I hate Mondays? My weekend was spent taking care of Preston while Danny

worked, as always. I didn’t mind it at all, but Monday morning, I was ready to rip someone’s head off. I

don’t look horrendous when I wake up, my hair is silky and pretty much stays the same. I just thank the NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

heavens I don’t drool or snore; I learned that much from sleeping in class. My routine is not to talk to

anyone until lunch on Mondays, unless I absolutely have to. And I do just that.

“Morning sunshine,” Stacy joked at me from across the table. I only glare at her and reintroduce her to

my middle finger. Just because I’m talking to people, doesn’t mean I’m in a good mood yet. I fork some

salad into my mouth and lean against my hand. “Are you going to try and talk to Brighton again today?”

she asked. That only earned her another glare. She only laughed at me.

“She’s got a new potential bae,” Mariana smirked, bumping my arm. I felt a leg brush mine and a ting

shoot all the way up my core. I sat up straighter as my eyes snapped to the culprit. I inched away from

him lightly only to be pushed against him again as the rest of his posse showed up to sit at my table.

We got weird looks from everyone in the lunch room. I mean, if some of the most popular guys in

school and the hot new guy sat next to three volleyball dorks, I would stare too, but the boys went on

as if they didn’t even notice.

“Hey there, cupcake,” Nick smirked suggestively. From beside me I heard Keegan… growling?

The fudge?

When I looked over to him though, his face was calm and the growling stopped but Nick slunk back;

obviously taking the hint.

“Hey Holloway,” Trevor smiled sweetly. I only blinked at the guys sitting around my table. Mariana and

Stacy were confused as well. Well, Stacy was hitting on Gregg, but you get the point.

“Wait, you guys know who I am?” I asked curiously. They all howled in laughter, earning a lot more

looks. Most of the looks were from the jealous girls but whatever. I turned and was faced with Keegan’s

nervous gaze.

I’m sorry, wait, what the hell was Keegan nervous about? He was freaking royalty.

I sighed and dismissed the thought—and the boys’ laughter—as I took a sip of my water. I loved water;

it was seriously some hydrating stuff. I practically gulped down the whole bottle.

“Your son was really cute last night,” Keegan said bluntly. I couldn’t hold back the water as surprise

registered on my face. I spurred most of the water out of my mouth as my head snapped to Keegan,

soaking his head, hair, and shoulders in the process. I choked on what was left. I coughed as I looked

at him wide eyed. The other guys were literally rolling on the floor, holding their stomachs as they

howled in laughter. When I could finally breathe again, I looked straight to Keegan.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. I grabbed his arm and tried to ignore the tingling sensation running through my

hand. I stood and dragged him along behind me. I knew I couldn’t actually drag him, but he followed

me obediently anyway. I know it was just water, but I felt bad. I also felt like I needed to get him out of

there. I dragged him into the girls’ bathroom and he didn’t resist. It was like he was blindly following me.

I grabbed some paper towels and went to dry him off.

“You’re too tall,” I said, a little frustrated. He smirked lightly at me before he leaned against a blank wall

and slid down until he was sitting. I dabbed the water off of his face and pressed the dry towels against

his shirt to try and soak up some of the water. I sighed and sat next to him as I continued dabbing him.

His eyes closed and he looked peaceful but there was a hint of hurt behind it.

“That wasn’t my son,” I said softly as I tried to dab more water out of his shirt. I think we both knew it

was a helpless attempt, but neither one of us wanted to move. His eyes opened slowly as he looked at

me. I dropped my hand and sighed, running my fingers through my hair and biting my lip gently as I

looked away from him.