“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, getting out of their chairs and pumping their fists.
Five
Halo
One year later.
“Halo, I have two internship openings at my law firm. It would be a great experience,” Mr. Banks says, handing me my test.
Mr. Banks is my professor; he teaches domestic violence. He’s an older, short man, wears a beard, and glasses. I enjoy this area of law, but I’m going to practice criminal law.
Yeah, to protect my brothers, the MC.
“What would it entail,” I ask, taking the paper.
“You would gather information on the victims and perpetrator so we can review the case and file the criminal charges. Help in the restraining orders, shelter, and housing,” Mr. Banks says, holding his laptop bag.
“Okay, I’ll apply, thank you,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Splendid. You can apply online. I’ll see you in Thursday's class,” Mr. Banks says, sliding the laptop bag strap over his shoulder.
“Thanks,” I say, moving my head up and down.
I grab my books, notepad, laptop, and bag, shove everything into the bag, and then grab the bag and walk out of the classroom and down the hallway.
“Hey,” John says, walking next to me.
“What do you want,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“I’m going to apply for that internship with Mr. Banks' law firm,” John says, looking at me.
“Did he ask you to apply?”
“No, but I heard him say that he has two internship positions. Maybe we both get in,” John says, moving his eyebrows up and down.
“Yeah, maybe,” I hum, pulling out my car keys.
“What? Your loser boyfriend isn’t here to pick you up,” John hums, turning up his lips.
“It’s not your business, so shut your trap,” hiss, stopping to glare at him.
“Whoa, you’re still with that loser. You’re wasting your time. I can give you everything you ever dreamed of,” John says, taking a step closer.
“Forget it! Forget about me! I’m not interested, so get lost!”
“Fuck! You’re such a bitch. You’re going to regret not giving me a chance,” John hisses, pointing his finger at me, spittle flying.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
John flips me off and walks away. I thank God he’s leaving me alone, for at least now.
Stupid bastard.
He has no clue that I don’t tell Demon or else he would be dead.
Asshat.
I walk to my car, a Honda. Well, it's our car. My sisters and I pitched in to buy it, and since I have classes, I get to drive it these days. I open the door, throwing my bags on the passenger seat.
