All Chapters of The Princes of Ravenwood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damn them. Damn all three of the Frost brothers. “Well, let’s get back to your work class,” Ms. Grant called out, clapping her hands to get the attention of our class. Blushing brightly,   I hurried to a seat, finding Cassidy had left the spot next to her open. I could tell Cassidy was bubbling over with questions as I got out my sketchbook and tried to focus on the still-life drawing, we worked on today.    “Spill,” she whispered. “Can we just not?” I pleaded. “When I left you, you’d been crying in the ba

I cannot believe Forrest! Every warning my dad has ever given me about boys flashed through my mind. Rationally I knew I should have shoved his hand away when he started to go under my skirt. Yet I didn’t. I didn’t try to move his hand or stop him till he moved to touch between my legs. And well, I only stopped him then because we were in class. I could barely keep it together when he was feeling my leg. I don’t think I’d have managed if he touched me there. These boys brought out something in me I didn’t know was there. I was glad he at least stopped when I told him to. He respected my boundaries, and I can only think so would his brothers. He said they would, which was so weird. How could each of them seem so okay with this? It’s not normal. I may not have experience with boys, but I know this situation isn’t normal. It’s strange that none of them get jealous, just now when Darius pulled me to him and snuck a kiss against my temple. Forrest didn’t bat an ey

I found myself rereading the text from Elijah. Riko had detention for slapping the little shit, and Brant was suspended as this was just another in a long line of sexual harassment misconduct. I didn’t like she had detention for it, but at least Brant was getting what he deserved. But he deserves much worse.  I felt terrible about the damn rumors going around about her. It was our fault. If we’d not all pursued her, if we’d just ignored the attraction to her, she’d not be in this mess. But we can’t change the past. Just must keep moving forward. And there is no going back. I don’t think any of us could go back even if it’s only been two days. I know we all like the way we feel when with her, too much to walk away. We grew up on stories about our parents falling in love. About how they’d been friends, they never initially saw each other as a possibility. Yet in high school, dad started to see mom in a new light, she’s older than him, and h

There were a handful of students in detention. We were all separated around the room. So, I didn't get to sit with Cassidy. I tried to focus on homework, but it was useless. All I could think about was the triplets and their lips on mine. They'd even managed to make me forget about my father.  Though it felt short-lived as I walked with Cassidy to the front entrance to see my father in full uniform, waiting with a stern expression on his face. "Um… I'll see you tomorrow Riko,” Cassidy said, giving me a piece of paper. "My number in case,” she whispered, hurrying to a woman that looked just like her but in her forties. "Hey, mom,” she smiled. The red-haired woman didn't look amused. "Cassidy London Summers, get in the car. You can explain on the way home,” the woman sighed, pointing. Cassidy sheepishly waved to me and left with her mom. My father didn't say a word. He just gave me the same look he's given airmen for decades when they screw

I don’t know what Forrest was thinking about during dinner. After dad tried to assure us, we’d find serious girlfriends. You know the kind you can have a future with. He was quiet; something just looked off about his expression. It was some weird mixture of happy, confused, hopeful, and frustrated, which left me feeling just confused. We can generally always read each other's faces. It’s like we practically share thoughts.  After we finished our homework, I had to wait until after dinner before trying to find out. I knew Forrest wouldn’t open up if our parents were in earshot. We liked to keep our secrets. And I’m guessing whatever was up it had to do with our Riko. Yes, I’m calling her ours. We may not like to think or treat her as a secret she is. Our parents wouldn’t get it; no one else would, and I could care less. The only person who needs to be okay with it and get it is Riko.  As we trudged up the stairs to our shared room, I locked t