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TWENTY-THREE
KAI
“Have you ever wondered why the sky is blue?” I mutter, just slightly loud enough for those around me to hear. “I mean, it could have been any other color, but blue, really? These varying shades of sad, melancholic blue that constantly keep us in a state of unease. Then there’s the ocean, again blue. Did nobody tell the big man upstairs that the color blue wasn’t a happy color? When someone says I’ve got the blues, or I’m feeling blue, it’s never anything positive.”
I hear groans and scoffs from my friends, wordlessly telling me I’m a fucking idiot and out of my goddamn mind. I ignore them and continue with my poetic rant. “At least he didn’t choose red. Then we’d really be living in hell, but if you think about it, at least that way we’d know what to expect and wouldn’t be tricked into believing there was hope for us to be anything but miserable.”
Man, this is why I love getting high. You just get to see the world through a different lens and question things you’d never have thought of sober. Though it also means I’m probably not making any sense.
“Come on, man, you gotta slow down,” Drake snarls, reaching forward, trying, and failing to take the bottle of tequila out of my hands. Yeah, probably shouldn’t be getting cross faded either. I dodge him, bringing it to my lips once again, a small smirk tickling the side of my mouth when I realize I’m nearly three quarters of the way done.
“Fuck off Drake,” I mutter through the glass bottle, “If I’m going to manage sitting here without running over and ramming my fist into the middle of his pretty little face, then I’m going to need this whole fucking bottle.”
On my left, I hear Ruby scoff, smacking her lips in annoyance. “I don’t get why you fucking showed up knowing they’d be here. Especially if you were going to be so damn hostile, and fucking stupid,” she spits out, her gaze focused on where Stella and Prophet, whose real name I now know is Elijah, are seated.
We’re out on the beach, nestled on the sand between the row of extravagant beach houses belonging to The Servite and Silver families, the usual spot these Servite parties take place, only this time is just our closest circle of friends, which now consists of us troubled teens from Pleasant Hills, and the stuck-up, rich kids of Hillcrest Hills.
Who would have ever thought our worlds would mesh when they collided?
Sure as fuck not me.
Damn Scar and Jade for getting mixed up with those assholes. The whole love hate game they played was a big pain in the ass, and a hell of an inconvenience. I’m lucky Drake ended up quickly realizing he and Scar were better apart or I’d have to continue to choose sides and despite their major fuck up, falling in love and getting babies put in them by the assholes, I kind of like the girls.
The one thing that baffles me, though, is how the hell Elijah fits into all of this. Of course, the first thing I did after leaving Stella’s party that night was run straight to my uncle and demand to know everything he knew about the bastard. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t much.
According to Zeke, Elijah came to The Cobras two years ago, having just turned eighteen and being kicked out of his father’s house. He showed up on his doorstep in the middle of a drop, which turned out to be a setup by one of the rival gangs, The Phantoms MC from Lakeview. Elijah showed up at the perfect moment, saving Zeke and countless others from being taken out by the Phantoms President, Ghost. Yeah, original right.
From then on, he’s been one of Zeke’s most trusted men, immediately joining the ranks and standing by his side since. I guess there was really no reason to doubt him since he was their savior, hence the nickname the Prophet.
I turn toward where Ruby glares and find Elijah’s hand hasn’t left its place around her waist the entire time, as if assuring her he’s got her, or letting me know she’s his now. Yeah, I’ve been watching since the moment they arrived.
Elijah’s eyes have met mine on various occasions, but I’ve caught her looking too. The way she looks over her shoulder now and then when others around her are so engrossed in the conversation. She’s more beautiful than ever if that’s even possible. Her delicate frame showcased in the light blue dress she’s wearing, her hair long and wavy against her bare shoulders. She smiles every so often, though it immediately fades the moment she catches me watching her closely. Though it’s the way she’s holding her head up high despite how she must be feeling, that tells me something in her has definitely changed.
My gut churns, thinking Elijah has anything to do with it. I still haven't understood how they came about this fake ass engagement, but just how my friends constantly remind me, it’s none of my goddamn business. I chose to walk away from her, and although they hate me for it, for hurting her, they don’t tire of reminding me how badly I fucked up.
It’s the smile on her face though as she stares down at her niece and nephew cradled in their parents’ arms that makes my knees weak. I wish she’d one day look at me like that again, but unless I do something about it, I don’t see that day ever happening.
Since Stella’s eighteenth birthday party was ruined by yours truly, the girls threw her a do-over party. Why they invited me again since I was the dumbass who ruined it is beyond me. Of course, the party comes months later, since not long after, Jade and Scar popped out their little ones. The thought still makes me laugh. A hell of a lot has happened in the year since we arrived at Servite Academy, and not all of it was half bad.
Jade and Scarlett found their happily ever after and seeing mysistershappy is something I’d never take away, even if it took bringing us all here for it to happen. We were all dragged into the mess Scarlett was pulled into, but seeing it work out for her in the end seems worth it.
For the rest of us, though, finding that inconceivable concept ofhappiness, well, it hasn’t been that easy.
Ruby and Jax called it quits, again, but this time it feels like it's the real deal. As much as Drake and I hoped it wouldn’t ruin our friendship with ourbrother, we rarely see him around anymore. Ruby’s become even more loathsome since the breakup and, for some reason, is especially pissed off about Stella’s engagement. I’d say she’s even more pissed than me. Maybe it’s the fact she had to be the one to deal with Stella’s heartbreak, since Jade and Scar had a lot of their own shit on their plate. Ruby came through for Stella, and deep down, I know she hates me for what I put her through.
Drake may not have found himself a happily ever after yet, but he’s found something of a purpose. Dex and the guys from the Disciples MC, along with his Aunt Vicky, have really helped sort out the history of his mom and even convinced him he shouldn’t wait too long to tell Ruby the truth about what he’s found out. Along with whatever other shit he’s mixed up in, still leaving at odd hours of the day to God knows where, he took up a job a few weeks ago with The Cobras as security down at Killian’s along with Jade’s brother Roman.
“Fucking idiot,” I hear Ruby sneer, turning her attention behind me.
Speaking of Roman, it looks like he just pulled up to the party with none other than the Spencer twins, Remi, and Lex, on his arms. Thanks to Zeke who took the twins under his wing and now Roman’s affiliation to the club working at Killian’s, it looks like there is a brooding romance in their midst, only I’m not sure which twin he’s fucking. Could be both. I’m not one to judge.
As for me, well, I don’t think a HEA is in the cards. At least not with the only chick I’d ever want to have it with.
My old man was right, I’m too much of a goddamn pussy.
“You’re never going to be anyone of importance, you fucking bastard. Nothing but a worthless piece of shit who pisses himself when he gets scared.” He screamed at me from the top of his lungs, while spit, beer, and the putrid scent of his breath made me gag as his face came just an inch away from mine. I pressed my knees together, trying to hide the fact there was, in fact, a very obvious wet stain on the crotch of my pants. I was fucking ten years old. Why the hell was I still peeing myself like a fucking toddler?
“You did it again, didn’t you?” he sneered, mocking me, laughing in my face as he kicked my legs apart to see the mess I made. “You fucking pissed yourself like the fucking invalid that you are. Stupid, weak, and pathetic. That’s the kind of kid I got dumped with when the bitch of your mother dropped dead. Lucky bitch.”
